"THIS!!! Wear this!!" She yells, as she raids my closet. I sit on the island in the closet, eating ice-cream. She pulls out a floral bibtube dress.
It's a pretty dress. I think Cruz bought that for me.
"I don't have shoes for that."
''I have a pair of white stillettos."
"Fine."
"I'm wearing this, okay?" She pulls out a blue and white off shoulder dress. It's a half-sleeved dress that will expose her beautiful shoulders."Sure. I have shoes for that."
"What's Cruz wearing?"
I point over to the charcoal versace suit and the black formal shirt. His shoes are polished. His shoes are his life."Nice.'' She says. "Where's your wedding dress?"
"At the shop?"
"BITCH!!! You're getting married NEXT WEEK and you haven't picked it out yet!!!"
"No, I picked it out, I just didn't bring it home is all."
"Let's go."
"Where?"
"To pick your dress up, Stupid."
"But I don't want Cruz to see it."
"He won't.I'll keep it in my room."
"Fine."We pull up to Kleinfelds. Liv does all the talking. She's a total extrovert. The consultant leads us to a room, and Liv waits outside. The consultant helps me put on my dress. And then it hits me- I'm getting married next week. I'm going to be Mrs. Forman.
"You look beautiful, sweetheart." The consultant says.
"Thanks."
"Shouldn't your mom be here with you?" She asks. Stupid fucking woman.
"She's dead."
"Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry."
"It's okay. I'd like to imagine that she's here with me." That's if she isn't in hell.
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Sweet Torture
Storie d'amoreWhen high-school sweethearts Joanna Guelas and Cruz Forman are reunited over an interview, their once lost love flame is reignited. As they enter unexplored caves of satisfaction, they are thrown into the deepest pits of hells, with the flames of th...