Thomas Cruz9 said:I'm just starting my search for a wedding dress, and the last thing I need is a disaster like this... I feel so bad for you. Seriously, there is no way in hell I'm stepping foot in Mila's shop. At this point, it's probably better to just head straight to La Perla and see Danielle. Everyone raves about her work; presumably, the woman and her staff actually know what they're doing.
I went wedding dress shopping with my mom and my godmother, visiting both Helen and Annmarie when they were hunting for their gowns... Honestly, Helen can be such a handful (not that she means any harm), but once she stands in the doorway, there's just no getting past her. She kept insisting I try on dresses that weren't even my style. I'd tell her, "I don't want a ballgown," and she'd just counter with, "Oh, come on, just try this one! This princess style is gorgeous, look how flattering it is on you..." 🙄 Honestly, it’s enough to make you want to die... trying on dresses like that is just not exactly the vibe. And let's not forget—she actually thinks she's being "proper," while everyone else is out there ordering their dresses from eBay... 🙂
Annmarie is a whole different level of intense... she’s practically screaming right in my ear that the whole thing is a total disaster... 🤦 If you're planning on heading over there, do yourself a favor and pack some earplugs... 🙄 🙂
And then, just when you think things can't get any worse, you finally make it to the Mila bridal boutique, only to be greeted by some "lady"...
The most honest one... The moment she steps foot in San Diego, she immediately starts trashing Vesna Sposa, La Perla, and glamour Sposa, not to mention all those other boutiques she listed... Nick didn't even ask, but she just keeps counting them up like it's her job (which says everything you need to know about her)...
Badmouthing others is nothing more than a dishonorable way to inflate your own ego, Ms. Mila... She keeps telling everyone else to just order their dresses from eBay, but get this—whenever a bride walks in, she pulls that same old line. She’ll say, "Just go down to La Perla, pick out whatever wedding dress you want, bring back a photo, and I'll match whatever they're offering you for $4,000 with a $2,000 price tag." Then she just clicks over to eBay and—voila! It's all a setup. I unfortunately realized the whole scheme far too late... A receipt for the deposit, an actual invoice for the money I'm handing over... basic decency, humanity, honesty... What even is that anymore? Is it something you can eat? ☕