They entered the bridal shop and Poppy's nose wrinkled instantly at the scent of jasmine. Clara sat in a chair, her legs folded neatly as she flipped through a magazine. Her curly auburn hair framed her face and she glanced up at the two with warm brown eyes before standing up. "Hello, you two!" she said as they approached, hugging Poppy first and then Francis. "Good to see you."
She raised a delicate eyebrow and glanced at Poppy. "Please?" Poppy asked quietly, squeezing Francis' hand. "He's going to see it anyway." "Not before the wedding, though," Clara replied. "He's not supposed to see it before the wedding." Poppy sighed, blowing her hair out of her face. "I'm not superstitious, Clara," she replied easily. "And I'd really like for him to be here." Clara paused before giving them a half smile. "Hm. Fine, then. Come on, I'll show you to our space."
"It's not my wedding," she replied, turning to lead them to their space. Poppy turned to him and raised her arms in victory, silently cheering.
She took his hand, following Clara. "Clara, how long do you think this will take?" she asked, a little anxiously. "You know how I am about this kind of stuff." "As long as it takes."
"Not true," she said casually. "Pantsuits are really in right now, right Clara?" Clara was quiet for a moment. "I'm not getting into this."
"Right," she said, nodding with bright eyes. "Pantsuits." Clara chuckled softly before leading them to a set of chairs. "We're here."
"No promises," she replied pointedly. Clara tugged on her arm and brought her to a curtain. "Here. Go back here and try on the first one," she said, returning to the seats to sit next to Francis. Poppy sighed irritably before closing the curtain.
