Megan stared at the stain, horrified. The sample gown had had a bright pink lipstick stain on the inside of the bodice--in the exact same spot. Now it was fainter, as if someone had tried to clean it, but it was still most definitely there. This was supposedly a new dress--THE DRESS--her wedding gown!
Can I get my money back? Can I re-order it elsewhere and get it in time...?
Megan stared at the stain, horrified. “Mom’s gonna kill me.”
“Uh-uh,” said Tory. “It’s an old one, or it wouldn’t have been in the dress-up bin. Come on, you’re the bride, remember?”
Megan walked across the lawn, picking dandelions as she went--the grass-stained white housecoat dragging behind her.
Patty, the preacher, stood by the arbor. “You’re married. Amen.”
“I do,” said Megan.
“I do,” said Tory, “But no way am I gonna kiss you.”
Note that the first story is true, except for the name!
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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