2 weeks from the wedding
It was beginning to get cold in London. I always imagined my wedding to be in the summer, on the beach. A winter wedding will be cute too, at least I thought so.
Today, we were picking out bridesmaids dresses. I would've let Mrs. Harries pick them out, but I don't want the ladies to look 30 years older with the dress she'll pick.
Which reminded me;
Whose going to be my maid of honor?
I guess Linda, I'll tell her when we all go to get the dresses.
When Mrs. Harries, Emmy, and I were all dressed, we hopped in the car. The chaueffer then picked Linda up at her hotel. Unfortunately, because I don't have many bridesmaids, Mrs. Harries thinks she should be one.
We arrived to the shop at around 11 AM. Angelina screamed the entire time we were there, again. I was happy that I didn't have to change out of my clothes or anything, until Mrs. Harries informed me;
"You must try the dress again to make sure it fits! Just in case!"
What? In case I got fat?
I took my dress into the changing room, with my tailor. It's actually a bit of a process, putting the entire dress on. You have to be so careful because you don't want it to--
"Shit!!!" I exclaimed.
The dress ripped.
My tailor, a young woman, looked at me with a worried face.
"What is it Alyssa?" Mrs. Harries called.
"The dress ripped." I stated.
And it wouldn't have if you didn't make me put it on again!!!
Surprisingly enough, I didn't even rip the dress, my amateur tailor did.
Mrs. Harries came into the dressing room and had a fit. She immediately blamed the poor tailor. Though I was grateful it wasn't me, the last thing I wanted was to have an altercation with Mrs. Harries only weeks before the wedding.
Mrs. Harries then stormed to the front desk, "How could you let an amateur work on my daughter-in-law's very expensive dress without much training or let alone knowledge of tailorship!"
The lady at the front desk said, "It's okay, we still have time until the wedding--"
Mrs. Harries interrupted, "2 weeks!"
The once calm lady at the front desk seemed worried. The rip in the dress wasn't a small one, it was from my waist to the bottom of the dress.
Linda didn't seem too concerned, she was focused on keeping Angelina happy. Emmy was looking at her phone the whole time, occasionally she picked her head up to see what her mom was fussing over.
"Mrs. Harries," I started. She still wouldn't even let me call her Rebecca. "Just let their best tailor take care of it. We should start to look at the bridesmaids' dresses."
"I bet their best tailor is no where near my standards!" Mrs. Harries exclaimed.
Oh my god, there's no stopping this woman...
After I stripped the dress off myself, I replaced it with my normal clothes. I started to look at the dresses without anyone else.
I narrowed it down to three dresses (on the sidebar). I ended up picking the short red one, I thought that color would look good in pictures with my dress. After all, red is the color of love.
I sent Emmy and Linda in the dressing room to try on the dress. They both liked it, and looked good in it. A new tailor came over to assist us, it was a guy. He was very quiet, but he got the job done.
By the time Mrs. Harries was done screaming, she noticed that they tried on the dresses. Shockingly, she was happy with my pick. We decided that this would be the dress to purchase.
I walked over to Linda and Ange. Linda looked up, "Hey."
"Hey," I sat down next to her. "I just wanted to let you know that I want you to be my maid of honor."
Her face lit up, "Really?!"
"Yes," I chuckled.
"Well then I'm honored to be your maid of honor, " She gave me a hug, with Angelina smushed in the middle.
