Enlisted (Again)

Part one

I tugged on the navy fabric of my dress. It still felt strange and revealing, but then again, I barely ever wore a dress so they all would feel like this.

"Syd, it looks fine, but you're gonna rip it if you keep yanking on it!" Yelled Britta from her chair. She was seated in front of the mirror in one of those spinny chair things, getting her hair and make up done. But she still was trying to manage everything and was itching to be done and back to hustling around getting things ready.

"It'll be fine Britta, and stay still or else you'll have to deal with a ripped dress and burnt hair," I teased, letting go of the hem and moving my fingers across the sparkling belt, and adjusting the straps a little. The thin straps were very uncomfortable and would be driving me crazy by the end of the night.

They were so bothersome that I almost made a bet with Gabe, one of my closest guy-friends, that I'd be in a t-shirt and shorts by the reception, but I declined only because Britta would never let me out of her sight long enough to change- and I hated loosing.

"Okay ladies, this is happening in only 1 hour!" Squealed McKenna, one of the other bridesmaids. She was wearing a navy dress, a little different from mine. The color went with her skin tone very well and the dress itself hugged her curves in just the right places, somehow making her look slimmer and taller.

The dress on me, however was another story. I hated wearing dresses or skirts, so Britta practically had to force me to be in the wedding. It was short, and I felt like a breeze would come in and my dress would fly up and show the whole crowd my underwear. It was also too tight-all over and my bare shoulders were making me even more uncomfortable.

"Sydney, has anyone done your makeup yet?" Asked Delaney, Britta's older sister, and a fellow bridesmaid.

I scowled in response and grunted, "I don't wear makeup."

I should've known it wouldn't work.

"Well too bad because it is your best friends big day and you have to look stunning, just for her okay?" I could tell that it wasn't really a question, and 45 minutes later my face was covered in goop and my hair was done up, with about 3,962 bobby pins.

"Oh my gosh-Sydney you look amazing!" Cried Britta, who was done with her hair and makeup and was now in her wedding dress with Delaney and McKenna fussing over every little detail.

"Well I'm glad it looks okay. I wouldn't want the absolute torture," I shot Delaney a look, "to go to waste."

McKenna chuckled and walked across the room to the tote full of...flowers? She pulled out the bridal bouquet and handed it to Britt, who looked so excited and nervous she could pass out. Then she handed Delaney and I one each.

"How much longer McKenna?"badgered Britta, who looked ready, finally, to walk down the aisle.

"About 15 minutes so we should be heading out to the hall where we'll line up...!" She let out a squeal and soon Delaney and Britta followed. I just rolled my eyes, but I was excited too, I mean, my best friend is finally tying the knot!

"Is there anything else we need to do before we head out?" I asked, standing up quickly. I then realized it was a bad idea when I tottered in my heels and fell forward. I landed ungracefully with a resounding thump.

"I guess we might have to fix your hair and teach you how to walk in those shoes," Delaney suggested, barely holding in her giggles. Soon I joined them and let them touch up my hair.

"Okay, so, since we just fixed your hair I can't make you walk across the room with a book on your head, " Britta began, and I cringed at the possibility "but- we can figure something out." She smirked and gave me a teasing look.