Samantha watched her best friend sift through the frilly fabric. She could trust Mitchell to find a suitable wedding dress. Her fashion sense was too sui generis compared to his.
All she wanted was a simple ceremony. Not this elaborate fiasco her parents insisted.
Her sigh halted Mitchel. He eyed her, lips pursed. Without a word, he abandoned the dresses and hauled her to his car, pausing to text. Her questions were answered with a smile. When he stopped outside the courthouse, she saw her fiancé, flowers in hand, waiting for her. Her heart danced.
I ended up rewriting this one. It was just meh at first. Overall, I've done really well and haven't tweaked many of my tales. I'm kind of proud of that. I expected to mess with each one.