It's crazy to think that a little over a week ago I was in this same bridal shop helping Maya pick out her wedding dress, and now I'm doing the same thing. I didn't even think I'd be able to find a dress this quickly, but again, when you're Cameron Holden's fiancé it changes things. Money can change a lot of things.

Cam wanted me to go to New York to get a custom dress from Vera Wang herself, but I didn't need that. I didn't want that. Going to New York would mean paparazzi would hound my ass. The news had already gotten leaked, and my Instagram was flooded with comments and death threats from random girls I've never even met before. Going to a big city where it would just be heightened isn't what I needed, and Cam understood that when I explained.

So I'm in the same bridal shop with Maya and my mother, picking out a bunch of random dresses to see if I'll like any of them. There's so many styles to choose from that it honestly makes my head spin.

"I'm just so happy for you both." Maya gushes and pulls off a dress from the rack for me to try on. She's in a very good mood today, more than likely because she just returned from her honeymoon in the Caribbean with Ethan. She's tanner than ever, her complexion actually glowing.

"You don't think we're crazy for planning this in two weeks?" I arch a brow up and lead the way to the dressing room, my arms aching from the weight of all the dresses.

"Definitely not. This is long overdue, Maddie, and It's not like you guys can't afford it. Your man is richer than your entire family combined. Including me."

I smile at the thought of Maya being my sister-in-law. She was already considered my family before, but now that it's official it just seems surreal.

"He has always been the one for you, honey." My mom adds. "You were made for each other."

God, am I already going to cry?

I blink away tears and step inside of the dressing room, pulling the curtain shut behind me. Maya and my mom sit outside in the pink leather chairs as the sales woman calls out, "let me know when you need to be zipped up and I'll come in."

I've been emotional all day, and as I slip the first dress on, I can't seem to keep the tears at bay. I'm not a very big fan of the dress. It's elegant and pretty, but it's too simple. It's not for me, but seeing myself for the first time in a wedding dress is a moment I didn't expect to get to me so much.

My dream has been to marry this man my entire life, and now that it's actually happening I can't seem to stop myself from crying. Our wedding is next week. This time in my life is one I want to remember forever, but it seems to be flying by. We have our wedding, and then we'll be spending a week for our honeymoon (which Cameron still has not told me where we're going), and then we come home for one day before we go our separate ways. I'm not ready. Not an ounce of me wants to be away from him.

I call out for the sales woman to zip me up, and after she does I step out onto the podium. My mom and Maya can both tell it's not the one. It's written all over my face as I look at myself in the three-sixty mirror.

"It's just too plain." I admit. "I mean, I love the sweetheart neckline, I just wish there was some sort of design, or sparkle instead of just plain satin."

"Agreed." Maya nods. "It's not you."

My mom can't even speak because she's wiping away her tears with a tissue, blubbering like a baby. Finally she catches her breath, waving her hand with the tissue into the air. "I'm sorry." She smiles and dabs again at her cheeks. "I've just waited for this moment with you since you were born. I'm so happy for you, sweetie."

I blink away more tears of my own. "Okay, I'm going to try on the next one because I really don't want to cry." I laugh. "Thank you though, mom. I love you."

Dipping behind the curtain, I drag out the next one from the bag and pass the old dress out to the sales woman to re-hang. As I slide this dress on, something feels... different.

This dress has a strapless a-line frame with a corset, see-through bodice. It has beading and lace encrusted all over it, and just for a second I see Cameron at the end of the aisle waiting for me, like I'm already at our wedding.

Twirling around to look at it from behind, the back is see-through as well, and once buttoned, the tiny pearls would travel down my spine.

"Hello?" Maya calls out to me, but I can't even seem to find the words behind the curtain. Eventually I somehow manage to call the sales woman in, and even she can tell that this might be the dress.

Can that really happen that quickly? The second dress is the one?

When the buttons are fastened and the curtains are opened, I can immediately tell that yes, the second dress can be the one. In seconds we're all crying, and as I stare at myself on the podium I just can't stop running my fingers over all of the fine details.

"Let me go grab a veil." The sales woman gushes. "I have the perfect one."

She scurries off to find it, and I quickly try to stop the flow of my tears. Maya passes me over a tissue. "Thank you." I mutter. "God, could it really be that simple? I thought I'd be here for hours."

"I've never seen you look more beautiful." My mom sniffles, shaking her head in disbelief. "You look like an actual model."

"Cameron is going to lose it." Maya smirks. "That dress isn't going to make it to the honeymoon."

"Maya!" I erupt into laughter as my mom just rolls her eyes at the two of us. The sales woman returns with a cathedral length veil. The lace of the veil matches the lace of my dress, and it pools around the floor at my feet, everything seeming to fall into place.

It's dramatic, it's detailed, it's everything I've ever pictured myself walking down the aisle in. And I just can't even believe the man that I'm walking down the aisle to is Cameron.

"This is it." I grin widely, my mom and Maya exploding into mini claps and cheers. "Who is this dress made by, anyway?"

"Oh, this one is made by Vera Wang." The sales woman says excitedly, and I can't help but smile. Figures. Well, it's not custom, but at least Cameron's wish partly came true.

"And the price?" I can hardly manage to ask.

"Eight thousand." She replies, and it's like a huge punch to the gut. My mom's eyes grow wide, Maya's jaw practically hitting the floor. "It's because of all of the intricate beading and lace. It takes a lot of work to make, and so-"

"It's okay." I sigh, because Cameron had given me his credit card earlier, reiterating that whatever I fall in love with I must buy. No exceptions. "I'll buy it."

Pleased with the new sale, she allows me to dip behind the curtain again to take it off. The dress is a little big, but I'll get it altered tomorrow so that it's ready for the wedding day.

"Are you using the black card?" Maya giggles.

After I'm dressed I step out for the final time, nodding my head in defeat. "Yes." I mutter. "Cameron gave it to me earlier and said- what?" I stop mid-sentence when I hear them both erupt into another fit of laughter. "What did I say?"

"I was being sarcastic!" Maya shrieks. "Oh my god, he actually has a black card? Mary, your daughter has access to a freaking black card!"

"What can I say?" My mom smiles. "Both of my daughters found good ones."

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