It is important to note this recount is entirely true while at the same time keeping things 'somewhat' civilised. It was early the morning of her wedding day, Lucy sat there listening as her grandmother, Noelle, blabbered on just gushing about Lucy's wedding gown. Truthfully, Lucy thought she would vomit if she heard another word spoken about how "lovely" and "oh how delicate the stitching was". Blah, she could hardly keep herself from gagging. Lucy was not one of those girls who go on wailing about how her wedding had to be perfect or someone would die. The only reason she was going through with the wedding instead of heading to the nuptial office and signing a few things was because her fiance was a giant wussie. What sort of guy insists on a wedding? Of course Foster did though. At least she could mostly control him... outside of the bedroom at least. Well of course he did admit to it at least. But seriously sleeping with the bridesmaids, who does that on the night of the wedding rehearsal? Who? Lucy, of course, forgave him. Men were just like horses, needing to be corralled into respectable beings.
In the other room, similarly, the grandfather of the bride was enjoying himself immensely. He was looking at the groom like a man characteristically looks at steak. Gods of Olympus, how wanting a man so deeply be a crime when he is this fucking hot? Just look at him... he is the most perfect being to walk the Earth. His mouth was watering. He'd better close his mouth before he drooled. But honestly his granddaughter had such good taste in men, so how was he not supposed to ogle...
Well back to the bride. The dress trail was too long. Too heavy. Too flowy. Too poofy. Her grandmother had chosen it much to her dismay. It looked like something that a bitchy princess would wear. The dress looked like Cinderella or whatever. If only a fairy godmother would come save her from this atrocious patriarchal doomsday. Even the bridesmaid dresses looked like shitty cotton candy with a pink monstrous bow.
"Ew, I feel so bad for you," her maid of honour, Ophelia, did her best to suppress her laughter.
A little over an hour later. Lucy felt like she was about to vomit as she stood in front of her and her husband's family members and friends. She had just said "I do." Those damn words handcuffing her to him forever. Just how much she would regret saying yes, she will soon find out.
Lucy's wedding dress is the one on the bottom with the skirt of the one on the top.
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Her bridesmaid dresses.
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