Teaming Up

“I’m so glad we finally found a dress that will be perfect for you,” Mia chimed in as Emily beamed, having finally selected a wedding gown by a renowned designer in Florence.

“Yes, Mia. It’s perfect-exactly what I wanted for my wedding,” Emily said, blushing. Then she paused, holding Mia’s hand. “Why don’t you take the same gown for yourself as well?” she insisted. “Oh,” Mia waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. “I don’t need such an expensive gown. It’s your wedding,” she replied warmly. “You need to look perfect. I’ll find something else for me.”

“But, Mia, I want both of us to dress similarly,” Emily stubbornly insisted.

“No, Emily!” Mia protested with a pleading expression appearing on her face.

“Come on, Mia, it’s my big day! Won’t you do this for me?” Emily pouted.

Mia couldn’t resist that look; it was her weakness. She would do anything to make Emily’s wedding day special.