In Need of a Distraction |18+| Book Two | ✔

Chapter 10

Timay

"Might as well wear your wedding dress," I point to the long, sleeveless gown hugging her figure. The lace bodice is filled with beads and the skirt is puffing out like Cinder-fucking-Ella.

"You're right," Nay grumbles, walking back into the dressing room with great difficulty, pulling the velvet blue curtain closed.

I rummage through the dresses, trying to find a dress for the wedding tomorrow but in all honesty, it shouldn't be up to me.

The stuck-up saleswoman in a tight as hell, bright pink dress hugging her lean, slender figure with sharp features, striking grey eyes and black hair tied into a tight bun atop her head follows me around the boutique. Huffing and puffing after I place a dress – like the tenth one – back in its rightful place on the rack.

Her pink stilettos click-clack against the crisp white and bright marble floor.

Will she be pissed if I stick my foot out and trip her? Accidentally and unintentionally of course?

I'm sure she wouldn't mind; her perfect bleached teeth could use some character.

There's a possibility I might've woken up on the wrong side of the bed which is ironic considering I slept on the right-hand side therefore climbing out on the right-hand side, but it was the wrong side. Get what I'm saying?

Someone has to understand what I'm saying because I sure don't.

How do I expect someone to understand me when I can't even understand myself?

What in the world is going on with me today?!

"That almost looks like the maid of honor dress I chose," Nay pipes up. I turn to face her and my jaw drops – not literally.

"Wow!" I examine her from head to toe in a sweetheart neckline dress. The bodice is snug around her torso, flowing beautifully down her legs and ending just above her knees. The straps are a delicate pattern of flowers woven intricately together. Even though the dress is a beautiful white, it doesn't remind me of a wedding dress.

"You really think so?" She adjusts the dress by her cleavage. "I'm not showing too much?"

"You look absolutely stunning, Nay."

"So, I'm not about to pop a tit, have a nip slip?"

"Nope. This looks like the pic you sent me of your rehearsal dinner dress except this one isn't strapless, the bodice isn't lace, and the sparkle isn't there, but it's perfect."

"I think so, too. Now, try that dress on," she points to the dress still in my hands. "It will look stunning on you."

"That's the problem. I need a less attractive dress. The maid of honor can't have a beautiful dress."

"What bullshit are you spewing? I don't believe in that!" Nay pushes me towards the dressing room.

"Okay, okay! I can walk without being pushed."

"Are you going to?"

"Yes, but I don't think this dress is ideal."

"I don't give a shit what you think. My wedding, my choice."

I give her a pleading look, and it's met with a stern one as she thrusts her arm out violently. "Dressing room, now."

"Okay," I snicker.

I close the curtain, giving myself a quick once over in the mirror before I strip.

I slip the dress over my body, admiring how it hugs and clings to my body. "Nay, this isn't going to work!"