it’s a good idea, I’ll give it a chance.”
I smiled at her and tried to ignore
Annie as she affected a huge cough that sounded suspiciously like “Sucker!”
Once we were inside we were shown
to a small dressing room. It may not have been as luxe as the rooms I had seen as a member of Kiki’s entourage, but it was comfortable
and clean.
Our consultant’s name was Carol, a
friendly woman probably in her late sixties who looked like she had been doing
this for many years.
“What exactly are you looking for,
dear?” she asked politely, her voice soft with a slight southern accent.
“I’m not sure,” Ginny said, looking
at me with a panicked expression.
“Ginny is having a somewhat casual
wedding,” I explained. “We don’t want to see anything too fancy—no ball
gowns or princess dresses. I think, personally, with Ginny’s figure an a-line
or a sheath would be perfect.”
“Stand please, dear,” Carol said.
Ginny complied and Carol looked her up and down. “Hmm,” she said, nodding her
head. “I think you’re right…are you a size six, dear?”
“Um…yeah?” Ginny said, clearly
bewildered.
“I thought so. All right then, I’ll
bring a few silhouettes in and we can go from there, sound good?” I noticed
that Carol was addressing me now, much to Ginny’s obvious relief.
“Perfect. Thank you.”
“Oh, one more thing,” Carol said,
turning at the door. “How do you feel about lace?”
Ginny looked at her blankly.
“She loves it,” I promised.
“Wow,” Ginny said once Carol had
left. “I so was not born with this gene.”
“You’re doing fine,” I assured her.
“When I get married, I’m not going
for any of this crap,” Annie declared. “I’m going to get married in a white
leather tube dress in Vegas. No muss, no fuss.”
I snorted. “Are you a porn star
now?”
Annie sighed. “If I don’t land a
role soon, it might come to that.” In addition to her work with the youth
theater, Annie was an aspiring actress. Paid gigs had been hard to come by,
unfortunately.
“What about you, Jen?” Ginny asked.
“What’s your dream dress?”
I shrugged. “I plan weddings for
other people, not myself,” I reminded her. “I’ve never given it much thought.”
Lies. Total lies. No one thinks
about her future wedding as much as me.
Carol returned with five different
gowns, and I felt a rush of excitement.
“Ready, Ginny?” I asked, looking at
her with a smile.
Ginny shrugged. “Let’s get this
show on the road.”
***
Few things in life can compare to
the sight of one of your best friends in a wedding dress for the first time.
Ginny was beautiful in every gown
she tried on. I could tell as soon as the first dress hit her body, she was
hooked. She’d always been a fashionista , Ginny, and
as soon as she could get over the weirdness of this being for her wedding, she
got really into it
So did Annie and I. By the end of
the afternoon the two of us were practically skipping around the store, picking
up veils and tiaras, necklaces and brooches, anything and everything to enhance
and perfect the vision of Ginny in a white gown.
Carol did a good job. All of the
dresses were flattering, all appropriate for the kind of wedding I was
envisioning for Ginny. After four dresses I was completely in love with two: an
organza strapless a-line with delicate beading on the waist and a chiffon
empire waist sheath with lace cap sleeves.
“Okay, ladies, one more,” Carol
said, ushering Ginny away from the floor length mirror where she had been
preening for a quarter of an hour. I hoped we weren’t annoying Carol too
much—admittedly, we were being childish, like little girls in the
ultimate dress-up game. But this was so much fun!
Annie and I decided to see how we would look in tiaras and veils, thus
when Ginny walked out a few minutes later in what would be The Dress, we
regrettably looked pretty silly.
“Oh. My. God,” Annie whispered.
“Bitch. That’s
I smiled at her and tried to ignore
Annie as she affected a huge cough that sounded suspiciously like “Sucker!”
Once we were inside we were shown
to a small dressing room. It may not have been as luxe as the rooms I had seen as a member of Kiki’s entourage, but it was comfortable
and clean.
Our consultant’s name was Carol, a
friendly woman probably in her late sixties who looked like she had been doing
this for many years.
“What exactly are you looking for,
dear?” she asked politely, her voice soft with a slight southern accent.
“I’m not sure,” Ginny said, looking
at me with a panicked expression.
“Ginny is having a somewhat casual
wedding,” I explained. “We don’t want to see anything too fancy—no ball
gowns or princess dresses. I think, personally, with Ginny’s figure an a-line
or a sheath would be perfect.”
“Stand please, dear,” Carol said.
Ginny complied and Carol looked her up and down. “Hmm,” she said, nodding her
head. “I think you’re right…are you a size six, dear?”
“Um…yeah?” Ginny said, clearly
bewildered.
“I thought so. All right then, I’ll
bring a few silhouettes in and we can go from there, sound good?” I noticed
that Carol was addressing me now, much to Ginny’s obvious relief.
“Perfect. Thank you.”
“Oh, one more thing,” Carol said,
turning at the door. “How do you feel about lace?”
Ginny looked at her blankly.
“She loves it,” I promised.
“Wow,” Ginny said once Carol had
left. “I so was not born with this gene.”
“You’re doing fine,” I assured her.
“When I get married, I’m not going
for any of this crap,” Annie declared. “I’m going to get married in a white
leather tube dress in Vegas. No muss, no fuss.”
I snorted. “Are you a porn star
now?”
Annie sighed. “If I don’t land a
role soon, it might come to that.” In addition to her work with the youth
theater, Annie was an aspiring actress. Paid gigs had been hard to come by,
unfortunately.
“What about you, Jen?” Ginny asked.
“What’s your dream dress?”
I shrugged. “I plan weddings for
other people, not myself,” I reminded her. “I’ve never given it much thought.”
Lies. Total lies. No one thinks
about her future wedding as much as me.
Carol returned with five different
gowns, and I felt a rush of excitement.
“Ready, Ginny?” I asked, looking at
her with a smile.
Ginny shrugged. “Let’s get this
show on the road.”
***
Few things in life can compare to
the sight of one of your best friends in a wedding dress for the first time.
Ginny was beautiful in every gown
she tried on. I could tell as soon as the first dress hit her body, she was
hooked. She’d always been a fashionista , Ginny, and
as soon as she could get over the weirdness of this being for her wedding, she
got really into it
So did Annie and I. By the end of
the afternoon the two of us were practically skipping around the store, picking
up veils and tiaras, necklaces and brooches, anything and everything to enhance
and perfect the vision of Ginny in a white gown.
Carol did a good job. All of the
dresses were flattering, all appropriate for the kind of wedding I was
envisioning for Ginny. After four dresses I was completely in love with two: an
organza strapless a-line with delicate beading on the waist and a chiffon
empire waist sheath with lace cap sleeves.
“Okay, ladies, one more,” Carol
said, ushering Ginny away from the floor length mirror where she had been
preening for a quarter of an hour. I hoped we weren’t annoying Carol too
much—admittedly, we were being childish, like little girls in the
ultimate dress-up game. But this was so much fun!
Annie and I decided to see how we would look in tiaras and veils, thus
when Ginny walked out a few minutes later in what would be The Dress, we
regrettably looked pretty silly.
“Oh. My. God,” Annie whispered.
“Bitch. That’s
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