"What do you think?" Brittany swirls around, flaunting her wedding gown.
It was a very cold gloomy Thursday afternoon. The first week of December. Winter has arrived as expected and the teetering coldness has caged me into a big fur coat and a scarf wrapped around my neck tightly. We were inside a boutique of a very famous fashion designer and Brittany was trying on the four wedding gowns she made for her.
"This looks ill-fitted on you," I share my honest opinion on the first wedding gown she has worn.
Brittany pouted. "Come on are you calling me fat? It's the right measurement"
I rolled my eyes. "You wanted to look thin in it but you rather look like you are shrinking in it. Like a big adult wearing a child's clothes. This wedding gown is going suck the life out of you before you say I do to William."