March 23rd, 1994. 1:18 P.M.

We stood outside the impressive bridal store, which Amy's co-worker Carol suggested us to go to look at bridesmaid dresses. She begged women at work to be a part of her wedding party, apart from Steve she didn't exactly have many friends. I couldn't understand, she was drop dead gorgeous.

Carol looks awfully proud, "Belle' mo'e, it's a french hand made." I'm barely listening and grabbed the door that says open, but it's locked. "Oh, silly girl." She waves me out of the way.

She pressed a shiny button and spoke into the buzzer but the person on the other end bet her to it, "No walk ins." they said harshly. Carol must've recognised the voice, because she breathed out happily, before leaning into the intercom, "Ronda? Is that you?"

"Carol?" the woman's attitude changed promptly, "Darling, I'll buzz you right in." The door is opened to reveal a pristine white store, with hundreds of dresses hanging and accessories. Ronda steps forward, glamorously tall and dressed to match. We're led into the middle, "Welcome ladies."

"Oh my god..." Amy's mouth dropped open, all I could think about was how this place was way out of our budget. I took a sneak peek at one of the prices tags, "$600..." I read, before tuning back in. Amy gasps and walks over to a bright blue gown, which looks very expensive, "Oh. My. God." She repeats, "This is gorgeous!" all the girls gather around it, "Beautiful!" my eyes scan the room quickly for something nicer, mostly likely cheaper, I head over to a grey dress and point to it.

Amy scoffs, "Too simple." The girls continue to chatter excitedly about the dress, I look at my sister stung, but smile to her. The assistant takes our sizes, then we try the dress on. I walk out with a red face, "It's a bit bright." I say off cut. The others line up next to me, very happy with how the gown looks.

Amy makes her way to just me, her lips pierced out. I could tell by the look in her eyes she was doing this to irritate me, "Hmm." she scratched the back of her neck, tilting her head to the side, her eyes trailed over the dress, "Turn around. Let me see the back." I spin around fast, exhaustively wanting this to be over, "Perfect." She finally smiles, "I love it! We will take five."

As we walked down at the footpath back to the cars, I wasn't paying much attention, instead following behind the crowd as my eyes drifted to the stores across the road. I caught a glimpse at a fast food restaurant, realising I was starving as soon as I saw it. I raced up to where Amy was, tapping her on the shoulder, "I'm going to go get a shake. Wait for me." I didn't stay to hear her answer, instead jotting to the other footpath.

As I approached the outside of the restaurant, the smell of the food urged me in more. I opened the front door, when my eyes caught Dally. He was behind the register taking orders, he didn't see me, but I sure saw him. I left without the shake, in utter shock, he always told me everything and since when did the drugstore cowboy work at a corporate owned store for minimum wage.