Johnathon POV
As we stepped inside the large and luxurious boutique, Charlotte's face faded from an ugly scowl to an expression wreathed with smiles as she took in the racks of designer gowns that filled the shop. I sighed. I had no desire to be here, content to wear one of my many suits to the engagement party, but Charlotte had insisted on my presence as I was paying for the dress. She could wear anything as far as I was concerned and look beautiful. But the dress had to be 'perfect' as she claimed or she would not be able to walk into the party with her head held high or some such nonsense.
A lovely young saleswoman approached us with a smile. "Welcome to Luxe, how may I assist you today?" she asked.
Charlotte sniffed "It's about time somebody offered to help us. We've been standin
