BiteBound *completed*

Chapter 63

At the first shop, I tried on many different types of dresses in almost every color.

I already knew that I looked best in deep blues, purples and blacks, but as expected, Anne refused to add black to the wedding in any way, shape, or form.

I know she meant well and was only trying to achieve my little garden wedding theme, but every color on the racks made me feel so out of place.
Red was a no, orange felt too weird, yellow was worse, and green...

Mmm... a forest green wasn't too horrible I guess.

And yet, my body was still desperately begging for black.

At this point, even just a black accent of something for this dress would be enough. After so many hours of trying on dresses, I felt defeated from fighting with my own body.

Fuck! I angrily toss the poofy dress at the corner. If it was already this fucking stressful looking for a "leisure" dress, I don't even want to imagine how difficult the actual wedding dress is going to be.

"Oy! Ready for the next one I picked out?!"

Another dress—?! Okay, reel it back in Rose. I breathed. Just... Try to approach this with grace...

"I 'ave five more I want you to try on!"

And... so much for grace...

"Can you please tell me why exactly I need a engagement dress?!" I peak out from behind the silky curtain. "We already know were getting married!"

"And I'm not 'bout to 'ave a paintin' of the Mr. And Missus wearin black ova the fireplace!"

"A painting? That's what you're concerned about?" I huffed. "Don't you think a photo is more than enough?"

"Not when it's a family custom to 'ave paintin's of the bloodline." She says as she drinks from her glass flute. "Trust me, you'll thank me later."

"Ugh..."

"Excuse me!" Our shopping assistant prances over with a garment bag. "I know we haven't had the best of luck finding a dress so far, but I wanted to bring out one of our best-sellers. While I know it's not black..."

"Ugh..." Anne rolls her eyes.

"Or yellow..."

"Gag..."

"I'm very confident this one will certainly change things around. Would you like some assistance tying it on?"

"Um... no." I blushed. "But thank you."

"Certainly." She hands me soft blue hanger. "Let me know if you change your mind. More Champagne Anne?"

"Please, and more of those crackers too! They are to die for!"

I'm glad Anne was having ball with being my maid of honor; sipping on booze and picking out my outfits like a doll. I just wish she knew how overwhelmed I felt from trying on our now 13th dress.

Outfit after outfit, I felt so uncomfortable on how they sat on my body. Either the sleeves made me feel huge, or the tight fabric squeezed the rolls out of me; there was always something that made me wish I wasn't the shape that I was.

I was very close to giving up at this point.

While all these dresses are beautifully designed and looks great on the mannequin, on me, it didn't feel right at all.

Who needs an engagement dress anyway? It's a only celebratory dinner with Arthur, Anne and Peterson. We eat, get drunk and go home. Whoopie!

I fall back against the ottoman, taking a minute to write a very angry message at my sleeping fianceé when a noticed a slight shimmer coming from the soft blue bag.