Helping grab all the bride's accouterments, we traipse inside, bogged down with more crap than any one person should have. Her hair and makeup are already done, I can't imagine what the hell is in her arsenal, but leave it to Cam to be prepared for any situation.
"How do you want to do this, Cam?" Rachel asks after hanging the bags around the room.
"My mom's bringing in the flowers just before we walk, so really all we need to do is get dressed, right?"
I'm just along for the ride. I'll do whatever I'm told.
"So you guys go ahead and change. I'll do what I can on my own but once I put the gown on you'll have to button it and lace it up."
None of us, to my knowledge, have even seen Cam's dress. She's kept it a highly guarded secret, so unless it's made a debut in the last couple weeks, we're all in for a treat.
Each of us busies ourselves with lingerie, pantyhose, dresses, and high heels. Every head in the room turns to the door when a knock comes.