Children of a Murderer

𝓣𝓔𝓝 - 𝓒𝓛𝓐𝓡𝓐 & 𝓦𝓘𝓛𝓛𝓘𝓐𝓜

a/n: hiii its your best friend, bee :))))

okay so this chapter is going to be a little bit different than the previous ones (if you couldn't tell by the title) 

it will be split up into two parts: dress shopping and wedding

povs: dress shopping will be from clara's pov and wedding will be will's pov

i really enjoyed writing this part, and i hope you enjoy it too!!

Dress shopping (Clara POV)

I had done a ton of research trying to find the boutique my mother went to when she got her wedding dress. Even though I got stuck with Glinda and Henry, I felt like bringing my mother with us is all that I needed to get through this horrific day.

I entered the bridal boutique with Glinda scowling and Henry shifting. He had already gotten married to Emilie, as me and Will attended together. I knew this was supposed to be a special day, but with Glinda, this day is looking awful.

"Hello," an older woman greeted us. "Who's the lucky bride?"

"I am," I beamed, feeling happy that this woman appreciated me even though she didn't know me.

"You're so gorgeous, and who are these two with you?" she asked, writing something down.

"That's my brother, Henry," I pointed. "And that's Glinda."

The lady finished writing their names down and got their signatures before turning her attention back to me. "So what's your name?" she asked. 

"Clara Emily, soon to be Clara Afton," I said, feeling proud being able to take my husband's name.

"Oh you're going to be William Afton's wife? The one who owns the pizzera down the street?" she asked, genuinely curious. I nodded, and she smiled even bigger. "Call me Nancy, I'm going to help you find the perfect dress for this special occasion!"

I beamed as she walked us through the many dresses. She took us to an area that was secluded from the rest, reminding me of Will's proposal five months ago. I smiled even bigger. 

"What type of dress are we looking for, Mrs. Afton," she winked after the last part, making me smile even bigger.

"I'm thinking flora, since we're getting married in the spring," I informed her. "I don't want a bodycon dress, I would love a flowy but not poofy one."

"Ah, ok. I have plenty of those dresses. Do we know a dress size?" Nancy asked me.

"4," I replied.

"Oh you're a skinny thing! Right, we have these eight dresses that fit the description perfectly, let's go ahead and get you into them!" she announced. Henry smiled, looking around at the dresses joined by Glinda scowling.

The first five dresses were an immediate no. One was too poofy, the other was too slim so you could see my ribs, and the fifth was just atrocious (I wasn't sure why they sold it). 

When I got to the sixth, I gasped. I looked in the mirror and felt my eyes start to tear up. Nancy stood on my left, Henry on my right. The dress was beautiful. 

It had a flora kinda see-through top with a flowy bottom. The sleeves were a little poofy, but not too poofy, and there wasn't a trail in sight. It fit perfectly, and looked stunning. Nancy clipped a veil on me and that's when I began to cry. I loved the dress. I looked gorgeous.