She was shopping alone, inspecting every dress at Winnie Couture in Beverly Hills. The doorman opened the gates of every girl's heaven. Marble tiles gleamed under her feet, and a red carpet stretched endlessly, the kind of grand entrance Tate McRae would make. Adina’s best friend, Emma, was the next friend in line to get married in their pack. Adina was single now and was eager to meet someone new at Emma’s wedding. Even though she’d never admit it out loud, part of her hated how Emma always got things first: first boyfriend, first proposal, first everything.

“Can I help you find anything specific today?” asked the shop clerk.

“I don’t want to get married yet, I'm just looking.” Adina joked. In truth Adina needed a dress for Tuesday. 

“Actually, I want a plain princessy classy dress for my best friend’s wedding.”

“Congratulations, let's look at this one right this way.” While strolling through the store she realized there was a dress for every single type of bride. The selection was endless. She would never even think to have flowers on her wedding dress but there was beauty in each and every one of the dresses. Truly stunning. 

“Over here darling” she said holding up a sparkly lilac dress fit for a kindergartener or Queen Esther, she wasn't sure which. 

“Um, it's giving prom. I need something that will catch the eyes of just the right guy.” Adina told her, remembering how prom dresses are kinda ugly but wedding dresses are pretty. The shop door made a heavy thud, not the usual creak, like someone hit it hard or someone behind it hit the floor.

“Lets look at this one” she suggested while climbing the ladder to reach another dress. She hated sparkly dresses but this one was different. 

“I really don't like the top but I like the bottom” she murmured. She understood that this store had every dress in the world and that she could be here for hours. She had to be specific or else she could be shopping till midnight. The shop door thudded again, only louder than the first.  Adina didn’t look up at first, people came and went. But something about the silence that followed felt wrong.

“I want a plain white dress,” she explained, trying to be a bit more specific.

“Like this one?” she questioned, pointing toward the mannequin. 

“Not for me,”. When will I find my dress she thought. When will something finally be mine, not hers. 

She continued looking around the room, helpless and overwhelmed by so many dresses. And then the world snapped. The room flipped instantly. 

A fully masked figure barges in, killing every white dress with her fully black look. People sprinted for the exits. Dressing rooms slammed shut. Assuming her handgun was real and loaded, pure chaos erupted in the store, but weirdly enough, this strange figure was calm. No yelling, no demands, no talking. Straight to the back they went, knowing exactly where the expensive s*** was. 

Model walking out of the dressing room, a cute blonde girl blurted, "What's going on?” her final words before the bullet met her freshly waxed eyebrows. Screams echoed throughout the 90210 area. 

She grabbed a white, lacy, beautiful dress off the rack. Good taste for a killer Adina thought to herself, hiding under a pile of dresses. Adina wasn't looking at the chaos in the room. She was looking at how the killer stood. Body language. The left foot angled out. The tilt of the hips. A posture that she knew too well. Adina froze. It couldn't be.

Emma. Her best friend. Her bride to be bestie. Her. The one person Adina never imagined would break, yet somehow the one person she should have expected. Before she could compose another thought, a shot rang. And rang. Then another. Then silence. The last vision Adina had was of her best friend, gun in hand, bending down over the fallen doorman and quietly taking something from his pocket and his ring of keys. Emma started walking towards Adina. She stopped in her tracks. She reached down again, and grabbed something. Adina instantly recognized it. It was Adina’s own charm bracelet she thought she had lost weeks ago. 

Emma towered above her, bent over and whispered in her ear, “This is the only thing my eyes go to,” snatching Adina’s dress from her pale body. Emma walked out with the dress and the bracelet, not because she needed them, but because she wanted Adina to know this was personal. 

The last shot rang again, eventually ringing the doorbell of heaven.