C21 Twenty-One

"I think... I think this is the dress," Nayla whispered reverently.

A resigned breath escaped me. "You've thought about ten dresses 'were the dress,' Nayla."

She pursed her lips. Then said with a wave of her hand towards my direction. "No, but I'm sure this one is. It's simple, elegant and just...perfect."

Removing my hands from my waist where I'd kept them in exasperation