The Beauty & The Beast

Chapter Eight- The Most Clichéd Soap Opera

Chapter Eight

We were dress fitting for the wedding attires. Ana was roaming around the living room of her house singing, "I feel like a princess!" while playing with the threads of her dress. Lola took her dress off as soon as her sister gave her approval. And me? I was still standing facing the mirror trying to figure out what was wrong with it, it just didn't seem right.
The cream colored fabric didn't go with my brown/blondish hair. Or maybe it was the little shiny flowers decorating my waist line, they did a horrible contrast with my dull green eyes. And the dress looked so much shorter on me seeming as my legs were longer than all the girls being the only five foot seven in the party.

"Bella, how do you expect me to give my approval if I haven't even seen you?" Elle sighed. Then, I heard her footsteps closer until the curtains of the fitting room were pulled to the side. "Turn around." Elle commanded.

I spun holding in my hands the delicate lace of the dress. "What do you think?" I asked when I confronted Elle.

"I don't know dear, I think it looks tight on the booty area. But you can work it girl." You would think that comment was from Elle but no, you are wrong. It was Jordan who had to open his big mouth in my moment of insecurity. I hadn't even notice that he and Jake were sitting behind Elle.

"Shut up Edna Moda. Bella, I don't see what's wrong baby girl. " She took a few steps backwards and added, "What do you see it doesn't look good?"

"I look fat." I blurted out.

Anna and Lola rolled their eyes at the same time. It was actually quite scary. Also, I'm not sure, but I felt Jake's head snap up at my comment. Perhaps it was my imagination.

Elle inspected me once again."Um, I don't see where the 'fat' is. The dress was done according to your measurements and it fits perfectly."

"If you say so." I really didn't want to cause any problem so I decided to just shut up and suck it up.

"No, I don't want my bridesmaids hating the dresses. I want you guys to feel beautiful." Elle looked around as she said those words.

"Tough job." I mumbled so softly nobody heard.

"Jordan, you are male right?" Elle asked him with skepticism as though she meant no humor, still we all knew she did.

"Brilliant observation. No wonder you are the genius of the family." Jake commented.

"Last time I checked, I had a -" Jordan didn't get to finish the word because Anna had her hand over his mouth. "You don't say that word in front of a lady." She said.

"Anyways, tell Bella your honest opinion on her dress. Maybe she'll reconsider when she hears the perspective of a man." Elle explained. "Kind of." She added later.

"I don't ca-" I tried to say but Jordan went ahead and voiced his intellectual opinion. "I think the dress makes you look robust." He stated showing off his huge smile.

Anna and Lola slapped themselves with their hands at the same time, once again. Creepy, I tell you.

"What? Robust is another word for curvy right?" Jordan asked innocently.

"No, it's another word for fat." I correct him. "See, even Jordan who knows nothing about dresses thinks I look fat."

"Bella-" Elle started but she never got to finish her sentence because someone talked over her. That someone was Jake. "You look fucking beautiful, and don't you dare think you look any less than that. Ever." His voice was fierce, soft yet demanding. His face was blank, serious as always but his eyes spread sincerity. Silence conquered the room for a while.