So, me, Jess, and my bestie, Millie, along with our mums, set off from Hertford for the ultimate quest at MK Prom in Milton Keynes.
Millie had been grafting for months, juggling shifts at the local café, all to snag her dream prom dress.
Our journey was pure banter from the start. Our mums were in the front, gossiping and giggling, while me and Millie were in the back, buzzing about the dresses we’d soon be trying on. We zipped through places like Stevenage and Bedford, making our adventure even more epic.
Once we hit MK Prom, it was like stepping into another world. Dresses everywhere, each one more fab than the last. Me and Millie must’ve tried on like, a zillion dresses, each time coming out to show our mums, who were all “oohs” and “aahs” at every twirl.
But the moment Millie slipped into this one sparkly number, everyone knew – that was it. The look on her face said it all. Every shift, every tough day at work, it was for this. And man, did it pay off.
Mum and Millie’s mum were so chuffed, snapping photos and probably planning to spam our family WhatsApp groups.
It was a day to remember, proving that hard yakka really does lead to those pinch-me moments. Millie, in her dress, looked like a million bucks, and I couldn’t have been prouder.
What a day – dreams ticked off, laughs shared, and the best company a girl could ask for.
