His Girlfriend

"My girlfriend," said John. He remembers Clare being so excited for the wedding and when she picked out the dress she had told John he would love it. That being said he did think it was odd that she wanted him to pick it up instead of picking it up herself like she normally did when she was part of a wedding party.

As they passed by some type of nail salon John spied a knockout of a woman in a black silk robe having makeup applied to her by a redhead employee in a blazer and cream dress. The bride to be seemed to be avoiding the employee's make up puff, but a false move caused the puff to hit her square in the face. She inhaled deeply and seemed to calm down, she laughed and smiled and let the employee get on with her work.

"Ah, the smile of another satisfied customer," said Petra, "We have had a near perfect record of marriages."

"Near perfect?"

"Well one or two clients did not like the results. We were able to convince them of the error of their judgement, but it was too late for the Yelp review." She shrugged, "What can you do." With that Petra walked behind a counter and began rummaging through dresses. "Is this it?"