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“This one your friend Willow swears is the one.”
I laugh, “Okay I’ll try that one first.”
It’s a strapless dress with lace covering the bodice and a tulle princess skirt. It laces up the back like a corset. As she helps me into it and starts lacing up the back, I laugh out loud, “I’m getting married on Christmas Eve. This one is probably not the warmest option.”
She smiles at me in the mirror, “Oh, but it’s not about warmth. It’s about the dress that makes you feel more beautiful than you knew you were capable of. When you wear a dress and can picture your groom smiling at you while you walk to him, that's when you know it’sthe dress.”
Gwen straightens out the skirt as I stand, gawking at myself.
“Do you like it enough to show your friends?”
I laugh, “She’d probably hurt me if I didn’t.”
I follow her back out to the waiting room. She holds the back of the dress up, “Step up here.”
I step up, and she fluffs out the dress, making it lay perfectly, and I’m in front of a massive mirror.
Willow is in tears, “Mia, you’re so beautiful.”
Ivy and Jade agree with her and have their own little cheers.
“What do you think?” Gwen asks.
I swallow a lump in my throat, “I love it. I can picture it. But I’m supposed to spend weeks searching for the perfect dress. This can’t be it, right?”
She laughs, “Honey, it can be dress number one or dress number five hundred. How do you feel in it?”
I wipe a tear rolling down my cheek, “I feel beautiful. I can picture it. I can picture him.”
She smiles, “Then it’s the one, but of course that’s your call.”
Gwen grabs the back of the train again and helps me back to the changing room, but this time, Willow follows.
“I’ll meet you at the front when you're changed since your friend is here to help.”
I nod, and she closes the curtain.
Willow unties the dress and helps me pull it over my head, “I brought something else for you, but wanted to give it to you privately.”
She undoes the corset and sets it on the chair, and I get dressed, looking at her, “What did you bring me?”
She hands me a small white bag, and cautiously, I open it to find a pregnancy test.
“Willow, I’m not pregnant. I’m on the pill.”
She shrugs, “Just pee on the stick.”
“Willow.”
Folding her arms over her chest, she glares at me, “Prenatal care is important. If it’s negative it’s no big deal. Just take it.”
I take the test from her and storm out to the desk to pay for my dress. There is no way. She hands me the dress and smiles, “Come back if you need alterations.”
I sigh, “Thank you.”
Here I am, holding a wedding gown in one hand and a fucking pregnancy test in another.
MIA
