Jasmine covered her mouth with a shaking hand. No. This couldn't be... She opened the second box and then the third. "Oh fuck, this is a nightmare." No, no, no!

She grabbed her phone and punched the screen frantically.

Keelee answered on the third ring. "Hey."

"Girl, grab Em and get over here. We have a huge problem." Jasmine looked at the horrid mess that spilled out of the open boxes.

"Uh… sure, I can babysit for you and Chad this afternoon."

What? Oh, fuck, she was with Amanda. "Shit. Okay, so Mom's there. I'll call Em. You get here as soon as you can. Got it? Tell her I need to wrap some last-minute gifts or something."

"Cool, yeah, no problem, I'll wander over in a bit. Bye."

Jasmine hit the disconnect button and dialed Em.

She answered on the second ring. "Hi, did they come in?"

"Girl, it is a fucking disaster. Get over here."

"Why, what's wrong?"

Jasmine shook her head and pulled her hand through her hair. "I... it’s... fuck, just come over here. We have a huge problem."

"Oh, my god… what color is that?" Em picked up her dress with two fingers as if the atrocious color could slip off the fabric and contaminate her.

Keelee nudged the boxes out of the way, picked up a random dress and made her way to the window. "Shit, natural lighting doesn't help this at all. Umm… I think it is a cross between puke yellow and snot green."

Jasmine groaned. "Yeah. How could she do this to us?"

"Have you called Jade?" Em took the dress to the full-length mirror and held it in front of her.

"She's in the air on her way here. They're supposed to land at eleven." Jasmine picked up her dress. "I have never seen such an ugly ass color in my life. It seriously looks like baby poo!"

"I can't imagine she wanted this color. The manufacturer had to have made a mistake. What color are the ties?" Keelee nodded toward the small box that hadn't been opened yet.

"Does it matter?" Em held the dress against her and grimaced. "I mean, we can't even dim the lights. It is an afternoon wedding."

Keelee's eyes popped up. "Could we bleach it? Make it paler or even white would be better than… throw-up."

"I thought I was blowing it out of proportion." Jasmine gazed around the room. "I wasn’t, was I?"

"Oh, hell, no. If anything, I think this is worse than you led me to believe." Ember flopped down in one of Jasmine's overstuffed chairs. Layers of the disgusting colored taffeta skirting pooled around her lap.

"Jade's going to freak." Keelee slumped into the couch. "Personally, I'd cry. You can't make this pretty. There is no way."

"I know." Jasmine dropped into a chair and dropped her head back. "What are we going to do?"

"Damned if I know. Jade's going to have to make the call on this." Em replied. "Did Chad go to pick up the flowers?"

Jasmine lifted her head and sighed. "Yeah, he should be back about two. They called yesterday and said they had to make some substitutions because the flower shipment was late."

Em sat forward. "Wait, we had basic flowers. What kind of substitutions?"

"They didn't say. Only if we wanted the arrangements, we'd have to accept some creative leeway. They have us over a barrel. What was I supposed to do?"

"Girl, it will be fine." Keelee lifted the dress she'd picked up. "What about airbrushing? You know where they spray a fine mist of paint?" She made a motion with her hand.

"Do you have an airbrush machine or know where we can find one?" Jasmine lifted off the couch. Any idea was better than the horror that lay at her feet.

"Sadly, no." Keelee shook her head. "Sorry, I'm not being helpful."

"I guess we hang these up and wait for Jade."

"Did her dress come in?" Ember cast a worried look at the boxes on the floor.

"Scheduled for delivery this afternoon according to the shipping tracker." Jasmine stood up and grabbed a hanger. "Come on, ladies. Let’s get this hung up and steamed. Not that taking the wrinkles out will improve the look, but..."

"Yeah. Do what you can." Em stood and grabbed a hanger.

"Maybe the color will grow on us." Keelee lifted off her chair. Jasmine looked at her and lifted an eyebrow. "Or not."