Blessed by God Himself (Charlie)

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The weekend was gone in a flash thanks to the porn worthy sex, talking, and sleeping. On Monday Marek tells us we are going to some stores to look at dresses for his mom's birthday party. I have mixed feelings about this. How's he gonna get it altered in time? Aren't his parents going to flip out if he brings us? I get distracted by Lily who is excited about trying on dresses. So I forget to ask these important questions. It is so awesome to see her so happy and comfortable.

Thing 1 and Thing 2 follow us out the door. A big black suv pulls up. Thing 1 opens the door for us and we crawl in. Thing 1 is in the back with us. Thing 2 is in front. I know they have names. I even know what they are but I like this better.

We are pulling out of the driveway. I'm smiling so hard my cheeks hurt. I know Marek is laughing at me but I don't care. We could be going to the dentist for all I care. He grabs my hand and holds it. I smile to myself because I don't think he realized he did it.

I'm asking Lily about what kind of dress she wants. She goes on about one she saw somewhere this one time. So I tell her she should find one that is backless. She would look amazing in that, Marek agreed. She just smiles and listens as I talk more about the dress she should get. After a good half hour drive we pull up to a warehouse, weird.

The car door opens and we get out of the car. Marek is still holding my hand, and I have Lily's in my other hand. We are let in with a buzz at a normal looking warehouse door. We walk in and it's only a warehouse outside. On the inside there is a lobby out front with a desk. A lady comes out from a door on the other side and walks up to Marek. She doesn't acknowledge anyone but him. She's leading us through a hallway with several doors. We get to about the middle and she opens a door to a room with couches and chairs. A table with macaroons, tiny cakes, cookies, and fruit. There Is wine and champagne there too.

On the other side are mirrors and a little raised platform in the middle of them. There is a door on each side of the mirrors. She has us sit down and she asks what he is looking for. He points to us and the lady goes right past me and shakes Lily's hand. She gushes about how beautiful she is and asks if she ever modeled. Ok...ouch.

He tells her that I need a dress too and she tries to smile and shakes my hand. Not sure who pissed in her Cheerio's but it would seem she blames me. She has me stand and looks me over. The way she is looking at me and frowning I know why I am getting the cold shoulder. She doesn't think I should be wearing any of these dresses. I don't know if she is the designer, but if she is I'd rather not wear a fancy dress made by a cunt.

She tells us that she is sending two people with some dresses to help us and if we need anything let her know. No one else noticed how the lady treated me. Honestly it was subtle so I can't even be angry they didn't see it. I am no longer excited about today. Nothing like a little body shaming to make you hate yourself and ruin a good time. I know I am not built like a model and I am sure it is going to be impossible to find a dress that I can even squeeze into.

Lily gets some wine and tries a tiny cake. I am not going to drink. I would be mortified if I ripped some expensive dress because I fell, or got bloated then burst a seam. Marek sees that the excitement of getting out has disappeared and I'm anxious.

"Are you ok?" He asked me his face concerned. I just smile, nod, and send a silent prayer up. 'Please God please let them have something I can wear.'

A few minutes later a man and a different woman come in. They are dressed really nice and smile. They tell us their names and who they are assigned to help with dresses. Lily has the woman and I have the guy. He comes to the couch and grabs my hand. He said he found some things that will look 'stunning' on me with just a few alterations. He seems excited so it makes me feel better. We go into the dressing room which are the doors on the side of the mirrors.

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