"There are a few that are lovely, if something could be done about the color." Selene sighed and glanced at Abigail. "I mean really, I am far to....colorless to wear white. There must be something else."
Glancing at her shopping partner she smiled. "They serve champange. Would you care for some?"
The real problem was not what to wear, but what would make Logan's jaw drop. Pulling out a delicate silk sheath gown she sighed. "It is the dress you hope makes your beloved lose all train of thought, that his jaw drops, and I have no idea how to make that happen."