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"Wait." Josie wheels around. "Hadn't we better have a look at Daddy Warbucks' instructions?"
I reach for the envelope, but Josie gets there first, grabbing the paper and scanning it quickly. She frowns.
I snatch the letter from her hand.
Morgana,
You will choose a dress with a modest neckline. It will have a full skirt with a train and will not have cutaways or clear panels anywhere except in the back. I do not insist on long sleeves, but a halter neck is unacceptable.
A veil is mandatory, and I will hear no arguments on the matter. Your chosen dress MUST be ivory or champagne, and NOT lace. You will select court shoes to match.
I have no opinion on how you wear your hair, as long as you style it properly. Your jewelry must be silver, pearl, and/or diamond, not oversized or gaudy.
I will pay for anything you want as long as your selections fit my criteria.
I'll call when I'm on my way to meet you, and Sasha will take Josie and Lilyana home.
Yours, Vlad
Fucking asshole. He reminds me of Jack, with his endless opinions on every outfit I wore. I'm pissed that Vlad demanded I 'choose' a wedding dress, only for him to give me a list of requirements that narrows my options to potentially only a handful. At least it'll make it easier to pick.
Lili reads the note over my shoulder. "He likes you more than you think, Morgana."
I turn to look at her. "How can you tell?"
She raises an eyebrow. "If this were just a performance, he wouldn't care what you wore. But he doesn't want you to show your body in a fitted dress. He hates the idea of his father's buddies moving their eyes over what's his."
"That proves nothing. It's just possessiveness. I've seen it before."
Lili shrugs. "Maybe you're right, maybe not. But Iknowhim."
Aida returns and helps me into the first dress, a vast poofy monstrosity with a pie-crust collar and long gauze sleeves. I emerge from behind the curtain with a flourish, nearly taking out a standing lamp.
Josie's eyes widen, and she coughs macaron crumbs onto the carpet. "I'm sorry," she splutters, "but you look like you should be haunting an English stately home. Or marrying Dracula."
"Ifeellike I'm marrying Dracula. What about you, Lili? Any thoughts?"
Lili wrinkles her nose. "Should we worry about the designer? Like, who hurt them? Because what is that?"
"Jeez, okay," I laugh. "So it's a no!"
The second dress is even more meringue-like. Aida laces the corset tightly, pressing my boobs against the sweetheart neckline.
Cleavage is as cleavage does. It's gonna happen, no matter what my opinionated fiancé thinks.
A phone is ringing somewhere, and Aida scurries away to answer it. I twirl around in front of my entourage, to hysterical sniggering.
"That," Lili trills, "isfarbetter. You look like a pirate serving wench. But it'd come in handy if the marquee didn't show." She looks suddenly worried. "How do you pee in a wedding dress, anyway?"
"No more fizz foryou, young lady. Josie?"
"If I were being diplomatic, I'd say it's interesting."
"And if you werenotbeing diplomatic?"
"Then my word of choice would be 'fuckawful.' Look, in all seriousness," Josie swigs her champagne and hiccups, "tell Vlad to go to hell. He's not gonna say anything, not in front of all those people."
She has a point. I may have more power than I think. If Vlad wants to appease his father, he can hardly act like he's anything other than thrilled on the day.
