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Did Vanessa just call me fat?
Helen starts to measure me. As she measures one part of me, she tells Vanessa the measurement. Vanessa writes the figure in her leather notebook
“You have a nice figure, dear.” Helen tells me.
Helen is trying to make me feel at ease. Vanessa looks me over like there is something wrong with me.
“Of course, Gwen you do have a nice figure. I was not counting on you being so curvy.” Vanessa remarks.
Well, sorry, Vanessa! I am not built like a runway model like you are.
I spend the rest of the day trying on designer clothes – dresses, evening gowns, pants, blouses, suits, skirts, even bathing suits. I am so bored. Vanessa just watches while she takes notes. She does not ask my opinion on anything. She only asks my shoe size.
Vanessa has great taste in clothing. I bet she has great taste in men too. I bet she knows her way around a man’s body.
After I try on all the designer clothes. Vanessa brings me wedding gowns to try on. Vanessa explains that a traditional wedding gown with a full skirt would make me look like a child playing princess. She tells me I need a dress to make me look like a woman. I slip on a pair of white, satin high heels that are surprisingly, my size. Again, she does not ask me my opinion – she just takes more notes. When I try on a white silk and lace form fitting gown that shows off my figure, Vanessa smiles. The tight wedding dress hugs my hips, breasts, and butt. The gown is stunning.
“I think we have just found your wedding gown!” Vanessa exclaims.
Helen places a tiara with a simple veil on my head. She claps her hands together.
“Perfect! Gwen, look in the mirror. What do you think?” Vanessa asks.
I slightly turn to look in the full-length mirror. The tight gown is beautiful and covered with clear Swarovski crystals. The crystals make the dress sparkle. The bodice has sheer lace and shows a tiny bit of cleavage. It slightly flairs at my feet. I love it.
“Well, what do you think?” Vanessa asks.
“Yes, it’s lovely.”
Helen starts pinning the dress. I take the veil off.
“Are we almost finished?” I ask.
I am tired of trying on clothes. We had been doing this for close to four hours.
“Yes. Bobby will be pleased.”
“When did you meet with Bobby?” I ask.
“This morning. We discussed your wardrobe among other things.”
“What other things?”
“Make-up. Hair. Whatever you need. Bobby wants you to look beautiful – you will be the wife of a capo. He wants a total makeover. Bobby wants to show you off. He wants you to look like a woman and not a teenager. You are lucky to be marrying him. He is an immensely powerful man. He is also gorgeous!” Vanessa exclaims with a bit too much enthusiasm. “He told me to spare no expense. He wants you to have the finest clothing money can buy. You are a lucky girl!”
Vanessa’s face lights up whenever she speaks about Bobby.Did he sleep with her?She is certainly his type.
“Why is he so interested in what I wear?” I ask.
“He is a Made Man - Capo of the Chicago Outfit. His wife needs to dress accordingly – in the finest clothing and jewelry. He needs to show people how well he takes care of you. Mafia men are expected to take care of their wives and treat them like queens.”
“They treat their wives like possessions. They own them. Mafia wives are expected to be faithful but mafia men can take mistresses.” I explain.
“True, but the men are discreet and try not to embarrass their wives.”
“Do you think Bobby will cheat on me?” I ask without thinking.
“He is Capo of the Chicago Outfit and has quite a reputation with the ladies.”
