Based on the giggling from the dressing room, the guys assumed they’d been forgotten. On the contrary, when Erin’s hair got stuck in a zipper and Isabella couldn’t get her dress back over her head, we couldn’t stop laughing. After much patience and single-strand removal, I got Erin’s hair free from the zipper. A few good tugs and we released Isabella from her satin prison. She tossed the gown on the floor with a grumble.
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