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Yeah, that's me.
When I wake, the place is quiet. I tiptoe around, waiting to pounce on Phoebe in bed, but I'm pleasantly surprised to find her bed still made. I guess she slept the night with Con.
Which makes sense. It reminds me to ask her when she's fully moving out. I know she spends most nights with him at his house, but judging by all her stuff here, she hasn't started the process to move in with him completely.
I'm sure it will happen, and I feel a bit bad that she's away from her fiancee to hang with me on the couch. I plan on leaving in a few days anyway, but don't want to up and leave her until I know she's doing okay and the wedding stuff is sorted.
I take a long, hot shower, scrubbing every inch of my body with her expensive shower soap, shampoo and conditioner. The girl has taste, and as best friend, surely I have rights to sample stuff as needed.
When I'm dressed, I stare at the kitchen, pondering breakfast, but I'm still so full from yesterday's food I decide to just grab a coffee from downtown. I'm a bit worried about how the dress will fit now that my stomach is bloated, but maybe if I suck it in, no one will know. At least, that's what I'm telling myself.
I've only been to Collette's Bridal store once before, for Homecoming. They specialize in bridal boutique wear, but also have a large collection of formal wear. The shop hasn't changed a bit when I walk in, and I'm blinded by all the white from the dresses lined up against the walls along the store.
"Hello, welcome! How can I help you today?"
The sales assistant is very bright and bubbly this morning, obviously having already had her caffeine. Me, on the other hand, feel like death warmed up with a basketball under my shirt. At least my stomach muscles are getting a workout as I try to hold them in shamefully.
"Hi… Michelle," I say, reading her name tag. "I'm here to check my bridesmaid dress and sort out alterations. Wedding party is Sloane."
Michelle looks a few years younger than me, a petite dark-haired brunette with bright blue eyes. She reminds me of a cheerleader, and I'd be willing to bet that she probably was. She'd be the perfect flyer.
"Certainly. Let me just pull up the information," she replies, leading me to the computer at the counter. She types the details in, and confirms my name. "Okay, perfect. I'll go grab your dress now and take you to a fitting room."
As she leads me to the back of the store where the fitting rooms are, I'm suddenly feeling really hot. I can't even keep my stomach sucked in because last time I was in a fitting room… bad things happened.
Bad, bad things.
"Here you go. If you need a hand being zipped up, let me know."
"Nope! I got it!" I say a bit quickly, causing Michelle to give me a weird look. She excuses herself, and I instantly regret my decision to send her away. The blue strapless dress is snug, and even whilst actively trying to dislocate my shoulder to zip it up, it ends up being as useless as tits on a bull.
With my tail between my legs, I poke my head out the curtain and signal help from Michelle. Thankfully, there's no male brunette headaches around, and I'm largely covered by the dress. The zip is stuck in the middle of my back, so I only need someone to pull it up the rest of the way.
"There you go," she murmurs, pleased with herself as it zips up.
I let out a sigh of relief – mainly because it fits, and also because I'm fully clothed. Michelle leads me out to the mirrors, getting me to stand on the little white pedestal stand so she can assess the fit.
"It's a touch too long. We should probably bring it up a few inches so you don't step on the dress. How does it feel around your chest and arms?" she asks, making some notes.
I look down at my chest. "It's a little flat. The bust can probably get taken in a little bit."
Michelle pulls out a tape measure, and starts writing down measurements. In the end, it looks like I'll only have to deal with some minor alterations thankfully, but it means no more pigging out on several servings of chocolate cake.
I pay for the dress and alterations, and head out of the store in search of coffee. From memory, there's a great little coffee shop not far from here so I head in that direction.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I make the rookie mistake of pulling out as I'm trying to walk. I start sending a text back to Phoebe, letting her know it's all sorted when I run into a body.
"Shit, sorry," I say quickly, stepping back in embarrassment.
I look up and instantly feel the blood drain from my face.
"That's okay, kitty cat. You can run into me anytime you want," Zayn says with a lazy grin on his smug-ass face.
Chapter eleven
"Nope,"Imutterout,immediately stepping to the side to pass him. "Double nope."
I should have known it wouldn't be that easy or simple. It never is when it comes to stubborn ass Taylors.
