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“All of what they said would be fine, I guess.”
“Tell you what, go over and browse the racks while I pull a few dresses based on what the ladies mentioned. Pull any that you’d like to try on, and we’ll get you a dressing room started.”
That seemed like a good idea since I didn’t know what I wanted. Before the disaster with Alessandro, I could have told you the exact dress and shoes I wanted for my wedding, but that felt like a lifetime ago, and I was very different now.
A half hour later, I had stripped down to my underwear and bra to slip on the first dress. I looked at all the white dresses hanging in the room and felt sick to my stomach. What the hell was I doing? Tears formed in my eyes. No matter how much I wanted this to be real, it wasn’t.
There was a soft knock on the door. I wiped the tears away and took a deep breath. “Yes?”
“Do you need any help?” Ann Marie asked.
“No. I’ll be out in a minute.”
I grabbed the first dress I saw, which was the mermaid cut one, and slipped it on. I stepped out and held my hair up, turning so Ann Marie could zip me up. Then I ambled toward the mirrors and platform, holding the train in my hand.
“Holy shit! You look amazing,” Mindy said. “I knew it would look good on you.”
“That dress is stunning,” Rebecca said.
My mom appraised it quietly and tipped her nose in the air, which I knew meant she disapproved. Beth was smiling and had her hands clasped beneath her chin. Wetness gathered in her eyes, and I had to look away.
I took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. The dress was gorgeous. It was strapless, and the rouching across the midsection hid my not so flat stomach, which was nice. However, the sweetheart neckline pushed up my cleavage, giving me extra, which wasn’t what I wanted. I turned to the side and laughed. My ass looked amazing.
“Wow, it’s something, all right,” I said.
“You don’t like it?” Mindy asked.
“It’s not…my style?” I said sheepishly. “I’m actually not a huge fan of this design.”
“Fine,” she huffed. She sat back and put her arms over her chest.
“Min, it’s Kat’s choice,” Kate said.
“How about we try the next one?” Ann Marie said. I nodded, and we headed back into the dressing room.
I hated the next gown immediately, but I knew my mom would love it. It was a ballgown with a high neckline, a lace overlay, and long sleeves. The train was so long that I was afraid I’d get it stuck in the door on my way out.
“It’s beautiful. This is the one,” Mom said as soon as I walked out. I rolled my eyes and made my way to the podium.
“It’s not you,” Rebecca said carefully.
Mom’s head snapped in her direction. “What do you mean?”
“It’s not her style, and she’s not smiling.”
“Well, maybe that’s because her style is not appropriate,” Mom said.
Rebecca frowned. “That’s not true. It’s just different from your style, and you don’t like it.”
“Because it’s not appropriate. She shows too much cleavage and wears things that are too tight. She’s too fat to wear things like that.”
My jaw dropped, and tears sprang to my eyes. My mom was cruel, and she’d always been hard on me, but she’d never come right out and called me fat.
Rebecca stood. “I can’t believe you just said that. Kat’s curvy, not fat. She doesn’t have an ounce of fat on her body. We’re built differently, but I bet you we weigh about the same. You need to apologize to her right now.”
“Becca…” I whispered.
“No Kat, she needs to apologize to you. Apologize, Mom. Right now.”
