The Opposite of Us

I'll Wear That Dress If You Wear That Tie

It's now coming into summer and I have no clue what to wear to Richelle and Noah's wedding. I don't really do dresses and my vibe definitely does not fit the 'garden wedding attire' dress code as prescribed by the invitation. I may have worn a dress for Nationals but that's about the extent of my exploration into more traditionally feminine attire. I was fine wearing that for Nationals, but I guess it felt like playing a part rather than being me. Maybe this is just another part to play.

I scroll through the internet trying to find something appropriate that I would actually feel comfortable in. I groan as I go through yet another page of options unsuccessfully.

Heath picks that moment to walk into the room. He shoots me a quizzical look, left eyebrow quirking.

"What's got you in a mood?", he asks.

Glaring at him, I retort, "I'm not in a mood."

He chuckles as I cross my arms, betraying my last statement.

"Fine," I huff. "I'm struggling to find something to wear to Richelle's wedding."

"Me too," he agrees, moving into the kitchen.

A smirk graces my face.

"Heath?"

With a grunt of acknowledgement, his brunet head flicks to look at me.

"We're going suit shopping!"

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I'm dragging Heath through the shops and I have to say I'm enjoying this a lot more than I thought I would. Admittedly, we're just focusing on finding him a suit first. Talk to me after we start shopping for me and I might change my tune. We've already been to two shops in the mall and although there have been some good options, I don't think they fit him well.

As we walk into the next store I immediately start picking up options. A staff member greets us and offers his help. Heath shakes his head but I think we could use his advice.

"We're going to a garden wedding and need something nice. I'm pretty sure he only has his formal suit from high school," I say, grinning at the salesman and nod to Heath, who I know will be embarrassed about me sharing this information. He shoves my shoulder, but he's smiling at me.

"I do have a couple of suits from work events, but they're starting to get holes in them."

I roll my eyes. "Can you help point us in the right direction? I barely know what even classes as garden wedding attire."

"Certainly. Do you know what you're wearing yet? I can find something to match."

I blush. "Umm no, I don't and we're not together, just going as friends."

The salesman eyes us both, masking a 'hmmm sure' under his breath. He starts looking at shirts and then looks back at Heath, sizing him up. "What size do you normally take?"

Heath just shrugs. "I don't know. In T-shirts, I take a large but maybe a medium for this."

The salesman, Gareth, his name tag reads, looks him up and down again.

"You normally prefer baggier clothes?" Gareth's eyebrow is quirked, awaiting an answer. I love watching this exchange and how uncomfortable I know Heath is right now.

"Yes, as a dancer I prefer looser clothes for every day."

Gareth nods approvingly. "Well if you will let me, I would love to help you show off what all those years of dance have done for you at this wedding."

I smirk to myself, I like this guy. I hope he knows what he's doing, cause I don't want to have to get up from this comfy couch I've found.

After a while, Heath comes out of the change rooms wearing a simple blue check button-up shirt with looser-fitting tan chinos. The buttons are all done up except the top one. I hold in a giggle and Heath cuts his eyes towards me.