In the opulent boutique, I stood amidst a sea of intricate fabrics and sparkling embellishments. The air was laden with whispers of silk and the hushed tones of excited anticipation. Satoru's aunts and mother, adorned in their own sophisticated elegance, scrutinized dresses with discerning eyes.
As the center of attention, I felt incredibly uncomfortable, my every move observed. The gowns, each a vision of splendor, surround me like silent contenders for the coveted role. The elders' opinions echoed, creating a symphony of conflicting suggestions. I, still unaccustomed to such a spotlight, navigated the intricate dance of politeness and personal choice.
"Perhaps we could have you change into a fourth dress? I can't see how we can make this pattern work on the second." One of my soon-to-be Aunts said aloud, "This fits so nicely on you!"
"Yuriko-san I think that might be a bit-" I started, but I was handed another dress by another woman, my thoughts ignored yet again.
The chattered incessantly amongst themselves, darting around and talking about me as if I were nothing more than a doll to be dressed up. A white kimono first for the ceremony, then a western wedding dress for the reception, then another formal dress for about halfway through. I knew it was common for Japanese brides to change dresses, but it seemed so extra.
“That little Zen'in girl was flat chested.” Another aunt chimed in, holding a dress up to my front, “Our Satoru at least had enough sense to choose a girl with a good figure.” She winked at me.
I smiled a little awkwardly. They were at least being nice to me these days. At first it seemed like I was enemy number one for not being who they suggested for his wife, but after popping out an heir they seemed to have changed their tone.
Speaking of heirs, I glanced over at Akie who sat up happily in a little bouncer chair. She had a big smile on her face, her little hands flexing. At two months old now, she had figured out smiling and always seemed to be doing so. I watched her for a moment as she suddenly caught sight of her hand, staring at it like it was the wildest shit she'd ever seen.
I snickered a little before my attention was brought back to the ever growing pile of dresses. Trying to keep myself calm, I weeded out some that I definitely wouldn't wear. I knew it would probably offend some of them, but I'll be damned if I was going to wear some of these disasters they chose.
“Should we have her try on the western style dress?” Satoru's mom called out, “It just came in yesterday.” Met with a chorus of coos and excited chattering, I was dragged away yet again.
The morning of the wedding I sat up in bed, slamming my alarm off. I flopped over onto Satoru's back and he grunted. His hand reached up behind him and he patted my arm, then let it flop down beside him again.
“Satoru, they're gonna drag me to all those stupid places again…” I whined, my head hanging off the side of our bed.
“Mmmph…” he grunted again into the pillow before lifting his head, “But you can look so pretty for the wedding…”
“You said I always look pretty.” I whined again, pushing his head back down, “Make them all leave me alone.”
He chuckled, muffled by the pillow before he rolled over and pulled me up to face him, “C’mon you can do this. Once the wedding is over we can move out of the estate and go to our house.”
“I'll get Akie ready.” I sighed, letting my legs slide down off the bed and stand up.
“Nah, I got it. You go try to enjoy yourself okay?” He said, sitting up with his hand propping up his head.
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That Time When I Fell Down the Stairs and Became a Jujutsu Sorcerer
FanficIsekai is usually a pretty interesting read. MC gets killed in some wild dramatic way by truck-sama and gets slammed into another world. They get to enjoy some good times in a new environment, maybe become another character, that kind of thing. So t...
