Angie grinned widely at Melinda, and nearly felt the rush of air as Melinda made a beeline for the dresses. The first one Ally had held up had been a no, but Melinda's nearly made Angelina go for the door. "You're mad. I'd fall right out of that one. Feel free to claim it, Ally, I won't fight you for it." She pursed her lips and then conceded, "It's pretty enough, I'll grant, but I'll be horribly uncomfortable in it all night long."
She considered Ally's suggestions. "Right, I don't mind a slit up the side, but not on this dress, that isn't happening." She stepped forward and began to rifle through dresses herself, pausing at ones with out quite so daring necklines as Melinda's suggestion.