Completely Yours [COMPLETED, 18+]

Chapter 54

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"Thanks for picking me up," I say, getting into Emma's car. She waves me off, saying it's no big deal. Then she takes off and drives to the store.

"What time did Rosalie say she was going to meet us?" Emma asks.

"I said my appointment was at 1:30 even though it's at 2:00pm just so she would get there on time."

Emma laughs at my scheming and I grin. "What can I say? I know my sister, and she'll definitely be late if I give her the real time. This way I don't have to stress."

"You're lucky Caden isn't like that," Emma comments.

I stare out the window, paying attention to how the dirt on the road has bled into the white snow. It's tarnished the snow's pristine appearance. What a tragic thing to ruin. The snow turns to black slush as our tires drive over it, and I find myself replying.

"You're telling me. He's usually more punctual than I am even."

"Everything between you two good? Hopefully the wedding planning hasn't been too stressful."

"Not at all," I reassure her. "Caden's practically given me full control of the big day. He told me that I'd been thinking of my wedding day way longer than he'd been, so it was only fair if I planned most of it. I've already decided on a maroon color scheme. I think it'll be really pretty to have the wedding in the fall right before thanksgiving."

"Nick wanted to be involved every step of the way. I can't imagine it the other way around."

I shrug. "I don't mind at all. That way I can just get everything done as soon as possible, and I don't have to wait for Caden to get off work to plan things. I am planning on him coming to view a few different venues though. We have plans to do that this weekend."

Emma nods her head, and she pulls into the parking space ahead of her. "I'm so excited! I feel like I've been waiting forever for this day. My best friend is getting freaking married!" She squeals.

I laugh, unclipping my seatbelt. Then I get out of the car, and Emma and I walk to the front of the boutique. When we get inside, Rosalie is already sitting at the front. She glares at me when she sees me. "I thought you told me to get here at 1:30!"

"I did," I tell her calmly.

"Then how come you're just now getting here at 2?"

"I was convinced you'd get here late, so I told you to come earlier."

"Well I didn't! I actually got here on time, thank you very much."

It occurs to me to feel bad for Rosalie, but I don't. "This is what happens when you show up late everywhere."

Rosalie groans, but I suspect she decides not to make a big deal out of it because it's a special day for me. My bridal consultant introduces herself as Stacy, and she offers us all glasses of champagne. We all indulge ourselves before visiting the racks to look for dresses. I let Rosalie and Emma pick a dress for me to try on and then I try a bunch of different styles to figure out what I like.

Rosalie goes for a glimmery, slim-fitting gown. It hugs my curves perfectly and features a deep V at my back. The skirt is completely sequined. It shimmers beautifully when I spin, and I catch my breath when I look at myself in the mirror. This is the first wedding dress I've ever tried on. This moment feels so surreal.

The next gown is Emma's choice. It's a lacy mermaid dress with a long train. The front is low cut and shows off my boobs tastefully. It has spaghetti thin straps which I love. Everything about this dress makes my body look good, and I can't stop looking at myself. The next dress is one that I've picked. It's strapless ballgown and made of satin and a voluminous tulle skirt. It extenuates my slim waist and ample bosom. Then I try on one the bridal consultant recommends. It's a lacy ball gown with a simple tulle skirt. It features a deep V and lacy sleeves. I don't love it as much, but I think it's pretty. Lastly, I try on a sexier piece. It has the deepest V of all the dresses, nearly dipping toward my belly button. A large swath of fabric constitutes the train, and there is a braided belt around my waist. It looks beautiful. When I show Emma and Rosalie, they love it. They tell me that it's totally my style. I look at myself in the mirror and question if this is what I really want. There are so many other beautiful dresses. At the end of the day, I'm unable to make a decision.