Amy leaned against the window of the dress shop where she'd planned to meet Crys and Will and bit her lip lightly, watching people pass by. She hoped they'd show soon, before she lost her nerve. Thoughts of eloping were still running through her mind, despite the fact that everyone was expecting a wedding. She didn't want to disappoint them, but...

"Damn nerves," She muttered. Pushing away from the window, she turned to study the dresses on display. Nothing fancy, nothing pink...dear God, nothing pink. Amy grinned a little to herself. She could always tease Crys with that in regards to her wedding...whenever that would be. She knew her friend hadn't met Mr. Right yet, or at least thought she hadn't. She'd have to bother her about Will, preferably without the man in question within earshot. Crys smacking her in the head with a bag was going to be enough of a headache.