“I don’t think this dress style is quite me,” Audrey said diplomatically, not wanting to insult the woman’s inventory.

“I think that particular dress is probably for very few people,” the woman said with a smile. “It was custom-made for a bride whose wedding fell through. She paid full price, and even though we don’t offer refunds on custom gowns, she insisted we keep it in case some other bride fell in love with it.”

“Well, it won’t be this bride,” Audrey said, scooping up the fabric of the skirt and heading back toward the dressing room.

“Wait,” Naomi commanded. “Picture!”

Audrey struck several dramatic poses as Naomi took photos. It was, after all, the reason they were here.

One of the city’s top bridal shops had called Audrey and offered her the shop to herself and champagne for her and her friends if she did a casual fashion show to share with her followers.

After being assured there would be no pressure whatsoever to buy or commit to a gown, Audrey had agreed. The bridal shop was extremely elite, with reservations usually made months in advance. Most of Audrey’s followers would never be able to see it in person, and she was thrilled to be able to give them a glimpse inside, as well as to hopefully offer brides-to-be inspiration on designer gown wear.

She wasn’t exactly sure who would find inspiration from the button and lace explosion she was currently wearing, but she supposed it took all kinds.

“Okay, so the fan favorite so far is definitely the strapless A-line with the pink sash around the waist,” Claire called from the other side of the dressing room, apparently having taken over monitoring Audrey’s phone. “Did we like that one?”

“The cut, yes,” Naomi said. “I don’t know how I feel about the pink. Audrey, did you like the pink?”

“I didn’t hate it,” Audrey called over the dressing room door as she wiggled into a slim-fitting halter. “It was fun, but maybe a little too trendy. I’ve always sort of envisioned the traditional all-white dress.”

She got the zipper as far as she could, then gave up. Some she’d been able to yoga her way into zipping up; others she needed help.

“Agreed on the all-white thing,” Naomi said as Audrey came out of the room and turned so someone could zip her up. “Though I hate the fact that it’s supposed to represent purity.”

“Yeah, because what percentage of brides do you think are actually virgins?” Claire asked as she pulled up Audrey’s zipper and fiddled with the halter neck.

“It’s been so long for me, I may as well be a virgin,” Audrey grumbled as she stepped in front of the mirror to see the dress. It was pretty, but a little simple for her tastes. She turned and struck a couple of poses for Claire to take a picture.