Wanda looked out towards the front of the store, hoping that Wicked didn't draw the saleslady back in (not only because she didn't want to be seen but she also couldn't suppose they'd appreciate Wicked bouncing around on what was surely a very expensive gown). "We've got bridesmaids dresses to try on," she reminded Wicked. Well, Kitty did, and Wanda would just go along with whatever Kitty picked. They'd have to order it in her size and she'd find some way to get it. The difficulties of being a ghost in a wedding party.
"If that isn't your style, what kind of dress might be?" she asked, trying to steer Wicked towards something more productive than crumpling the Pnina Tornai. "Describe your dream dress, anything you'd want, and we'll see what we can find."