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“You do.”
“Nah. This dress isn’t for me. Let me try on the others.”
As she began to walk back into the dressing room, she stopped and turned to me.
“Why don’t you try one on?”
“Who me?” I pointed to myself.
“Yes, you. Come on. Don’t make me do this alone.”
“No. I don’t want to try on wedding dresses. I wore one for a couple of hours not too long ago. Remember?”
“Yeah. But I didn’t get to see you in it.”
“Trust me, you missed nothing. Besides, it’ll be a cold day in hell before I ever get back into a wedding dress.”
“Don’t say that, Jill.”
“It’s true.”
She shook her head and headed into the dressing room. After trying on six different dresses and not liking any of them, she stepped out in the last dress she had in the room.
“Wow,” I spoke as I got up from the plush chair and walked over to her as she stared at herself in the three-way mirror.
“This is the one, Jill.” Her eyes filled with tears.
Laying my head on her shoulder, I spoke, “It’s perfect, Kristen.”
“I have the perfect head piece for you.” The saleswoman smiled.
After a few moments, she returned with a lightly beaded white satin head scarf with a veil attached to the back of it. Taking it from her hands, I placed it on Kristen’s head.
“What do you think?”
“Now it’s complete.”
As soon as Kristen went to change out of the dress, I pulled the saleswoman to the side.
“How fast can you get this dress altered?”
“We would order her a brand new one closer to her size.”
“We don’t have time. She’s getting married next Saturday.”
“I’m sorry, but that’s impossible. We send our dresses out to be altered.”
“Not good enough. I need you to listen to me very carefully. My sister only has six to nine months left to live. Her cancer has spread and there’s nothing more the doctors can do to help her. This wedding will be the last thing she ever does and I’m going to make sure it’s perfect.”
“I’m very sorry to hear that. A friend of mine is a seamstress, and she owns a shop over on East 48th Street. I can give her a call for you and see what she says.”
“Thank you.” I smiled. “Also, I’ll be paying for the dress and headpiece. I can give you a deposit today and bring in the rest of the cash tomorrow. Please let me know what your friend says. Here’s my phone number.”
Kristen walked out and handed the dress to the saleswoman. “I’ll be putting this on my credit card,” she spoke.
“No need. I’m buying you the dress.”
“No, Jill. No, you’re not.”
