Page 64 of The Game Changer

“I love it!” she exclaims. “I think this might be the one!” she tells us as tears stream down her cheeks.

“Oh, honey!” Bridget jumps up from her spot on the couch and wraps her daughter in a huge hug. “You’re going to make the most beautiful bride. I can’t believe we just found your dress! Beckett is going to love you in it.”

“Do you like it?” Julia turns and asks me.

“I do! It is perfect for you!” I tell her confidently. As her mother said, she’s going to make a beautiful bride.

“Now, are you thinking of a veil or no veil?” Sara asks.

“I’m going to wear my mom’s veil,” Julia tells her.

“I actually brought it, it’s just out in the car. Should I go get it?” Bridget asks.

“Yes, we can make sure that it will match the dress before you finalize your decision,” Sara replies.

Bridget lets go of Julia and heads off for her car. “Beckett is going to lose his shit when he sees you in this,” I say. “He’s going to be pawing at you all night, wanting to get you out of this.”

“He will.” She giggles in agreement with me. “Probably just as much as I’ll be doing the same when I see him in his tux.”

“Y’all better get to making some cute babies ASAP for me to spoil,” I tell her while we wait for Bridget to return.

“I think we want to wait a few years, enjoy being married and young together before we add in the responsibility of parenthood.”

“Do you think when that happens, you’ll quit your job?” I ask.

“Probably. I obviously won’t have to work for us to survive, but for now, I love my job. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Like I said, we just want to be young and in love and the two of us, for now. Maybe start a family closer to thirty,” she tells me, just as Bridget enters the room again, veil in hand. Sara takes it from her and slides the hair combs into Julia’s hair.

“That’s a perfect fit,” Sara exclaims.

“I’m so happy,” Bridget cries, looking at her daughter standing there with her dress on and the veil that Julia has chosen to use as her something old for the good old wives’ tale, something new, old, borrowed and blue.

“Now, let’s get you out of this and we can start looking at bridal party dresses!” Sara suggests.

“Sounds great,” Julia agrees with her.

“Come with me and I’ll show you to those dresses while Julia changes,” Sara offers. I follow her into a separate room, once again filled with racks of dresses.

“Almost every designer offers these dresses in a full color wheel of options, so it’s a matter of finding the exact shade she wants and then a line of dresses that will work for everyone in the party.”

“Sounds good, do you have a color chart I can start looking at for each of them?” I ask, since I know what their colors are.

“Of course,” Sara says, handing me a binder with all the color charts. “Each rack is a different designer’s dresses and they’re in order with the book, starting with the rack over here,” she explains, pointing to a rack on the far left. “Let me go check on the bride and I’ll be back.”

Bridget joins me and we start flipping through the binder of designers’ color and dress options. I find two that I think would work perfectly. I get up and walk over to check out the dresses on the rack, finding one I absolutely love.

“How’s it going?” Julia asks as she joins me.

“Good, I think this line will work perfectly, what do you think?” I ask, showing her the color option and holding up the one dress that I love.

“Oh, that’s perfect!” she exclaims, her excitement palpable.

“Well, that was almost too easy!” Sara joins in on our excitement.

We sit down and Sara pulls out a booklet that is just on the line we like, giving us all the details on the available options. Julia is able to send a link to the collection online to Beckett’s sisters in Sweden so that they can choose the ones they like best.

“Thank you so much for your help today! I’m so excited for our dresses to come in,” Julia thanks Sara before we head out of the dress store.

“How about a lunch celebration?” Bridget suggests as we all head for the parking lot.

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