This was going to be much harder than it should be. Wanda did not envy the work ahead for the shop girl. Probably the only thing worse than a bridezilla was a bride with no idea what she wanted and not much time to figure it out. Wanda faded from site until the saleswoman returned and then went to inspect each dress hung nearby to see if any of them met Wicked's final criteria. There were some that were too puffy, too gaudy, too girly, too much black, not the right shade of white. Not a single one yet said 'sexy bridal Morticia Addams.'
"Don't waste your time on these," Wanda advised. "You and Kitty go out there and search the racks yourselves." That was likely the only way Wicked would really find what she wanted.