Most brides say that they’re the luckiest girl because they found “the one.” Not Miss Maddie Flanigan. On a bone chilly afternoon last week, I was the luckiest girl sans a fiancé because I had the opportunity to be play pretend bride with BHLDN, a brand underneath the URBN umbrella of brands. To gain top secret blogging Intranet information that I would be shot dead if I divulged (I’d die the name of fashion ONLY), I slipped into a handful of jewel encrusted, flower adorned, and sequin laden dresses from the brand’s spring collection. As I stood in front of the mirror (I even appeared on their Instagram), the BHLDN team and I discussed the fit, the color, and the silhouette of the dress that hung on my small frame.
“Is this the one, Maddie? Do you say yes to this dress?”
Taking one sip of wine, I said “yes.”
With such a definitive statement out in the air, I lightened the mood a little. Burp… (or should I say belch. A lady never burps).
The perks of having a killer day job…
