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“Sophia,” she replied far too happily. “Are you ready to get out of your wedding dress?”
“I thought you’d never ask. Wearing this mermaid gown is work on my legs,” I laughed, and she chuckled right on cue.
“I wore a similar style at my wedding too. By the end of the day, my inner thighs wanted to scream, but the pictures were beautiful. I just know yours will be too,” she replied.
She was far too fucking cheery.
With a fake happy sigh, I slid my fingers along the soft red lace. Jenny turned me just enough so that she could begin unbuttoning the long line of tiny silk-wrapped buttons that cascaded down the length of my spine. I looked in the mirror one last time, taking in the intricately embroidered sweetheart neckline and slim waist. The fit was perfect, showcasing the gentle curve of my hips and my long lean legs. The embroidery was light pink in contrast to the stark white silk and wrapped down the length of the dress all the way to the hem at my feet in an explosion of color. It was as if I was covered in a bouquet of flowers from my head to my toes.
Like cherry blossoms drifting on the wind.
I had to admit that it was one of the prettier dresses I’d ever worn and even though the ceremony was boring by my standards, I wouldn’t forget that look of pure adoration Dean had when the priest had pronounced us man and wife.
I shook my head.
“Just another minute. There’s a lot of buttons,” Jenny said curtly.
“Did we clock how long it took to get me dressed this morning?”
“At least an hour and that most definitely didn’t include makeup and hair.”
“I imagine Lola has a schedule?” Lola was my wedding planner.
“Yeah. She’s on top of everything like that. We had a big meeting yesterday to make sure everything was perfect for your big day,” she continued.
“Do you do a lot of weddings?” I asked, wanting to fill the air with conversation rather than the sad void of my own lonely mind.
“Yes. Somewhere between three to five a week, except for this week. Dean paid enough to clear our schedule so that we could focus entirely on you,” Jenny added.
Of course he did.
“That was sweet of him,” I whispered.
“He loves you,” she answered, sounding all chipper, happy, and kind.
“I know,” I replied, not having the heart to return the sentiment. If she noticed, she didn’t say anything at all.
Her fingers worked down the middle of my back, and when she finally reached the bottom of those cursed buttons I felt like I could draw the first full breath of air into my lungs since the crack of dawn that morning.
“There now. Just a few more,” she murmured.
When she carefully pushed the dress down my hips, I stayed still until I was able to gracefully step out of the expensive gown. Quickly, she hung the dress back up and smoothed out any wrinkles before she turned back to see me already slipping the stretchy red lace up my legs. I pulled it up into place and turned for her. She zipped it up and straightened it a bit to hide the fancy white lingerie set I was wearing beneath.
She unclipped my hair and it cascaded down my back in waves. Part of my up-do was still intact and when I glanced in the mirror, I realized it was really quite beautiful. I’d have to get my hair done like that again.
Not at my next wedding of course. I’d have to do something else.
Jenny touched up my red lipstick and swept a little bit of setting powder on my nose. When she was done, she smiled in appreciation.
“Perfection. Dean won’t know what hit him,” she said.
“No, he definitely won’t,” I whispered. She really had no idea how accurate of a statement that would be.
For a moment, she let me admire myself in the mirror before she beckoned me back to the door.
“The reception is already in full swing. They’re already clamoring for dinner, the cake, and especially for the wedded couple’s first dance,” she beamed.
Oh, right. I’d forgotten about that.
