Thursday rolled around and Siobhan is ready to go for her wedding dress fitting. Roger insisted to come along. Siobhan didn't argue. She didn't care anymore. They arrived at the bridal shop. The sign reading 'timeless elegance.'
The shop floor was lined with beautiful dresses, seamlessly decorated and sewn. Different and unique designs, causing Siobhan's expression to crack slightly into a smile. Fashion had always inspired her and now she got to look at gorgeous pieces again for the first time in years. This was the only perk to this situation she was stuck in.
Roger picked out a few dresses and so did Siobhan. Since they were to be married at the ball Siobhan wanted it to match the theme. A black
A- line, princess scoop sweep train with a sweetheart neckline would be her ideal dress. Roger would prefer if she wore a white V neck floor length dress, almost like a ball gown with layers embedded into the skirt. Regardless, this was the happiest Siobhan had felt in a while.
She walked out in the first dress, gorgeous. It was a white dress with a pleated satin bodice and fishtail trail, floor length dress. Simple and elegant. Siobhan loved it. It brought attention towards her curves which made her slightly insecure but it was stunning. Roger loved it too but thought it was too plain for his wedding.
Siobhan strolled out in the second dress, stunning. A line scoop, sweep lace train. It was gorgeous again. Roger liked it but would prefer more detailed. He wanted something extravagant. Siobhan was just happy she could try on dresses and be surrounded by something that actually interested her. She slipped off the second dress and noticed all the scars and bruises over her body. Luckily, Roger hadn't hurt her arms in a while, so not many injuries were permanently on display but her back and stomach covered. All she wanted was for them to disappear. That way she could at least pretend to be happy with him and no one could ever see the pain he caused. She sighed deeply and changed into the third dress. It was perfect. She stood in the mirror and forgot all about her past. She just felt happy. A beautiful woman stood in the mirror, happy. A phenomenal sweetheart neckline, court train tulle wedding dress. Embedded with layers, hand sewn lace accents and sleeves slipping down her arms.
"Siobhan! You ready?" Roger's voice echoed.
"Oh right..." she walked out of the dressing and she was breathtaking.
"wow...this, this one is it! Don't you agree Siobhan" Roger's breath caught, he was in awe of her beauty. Siobhan smirked softly and nodded. The dress was beautiful but it was tainted. Stained by the situation of the marriage. Ruined.
"wow Siobhan, I can't believe I get to have you for the rest of my life." The words echoed in Siobhan's mind. She was trapped, forever. She feigned bittersweet smile as Roger's hand slowly played with her hair.
"I was thinking Roger..the event is a Halloween ball, most people are going to be in costumes. I know we have our after party costume but are we doing anything for our wedding outfits?"
"I hadn't thought about it. Most people will be in costume, it's black tie so it should be smart still, since you have been good lately, try on this dress."
Roger thrusted forward the same wedding dress design but with black trims towards Siobhan, and for a moment, a spark of happiness ignited within her. The deep, rich fabric felt like a reflection of her true self. She admired the elegance of the white fabric contrasting with the black elements of the dress. The way it flowed felt like a chance to reclaim a piece of her identity. Even as she felt a flicker of joy at the beautiful design, the reality of marrying Roger that loomed over her faded for a brief moment. Siobhan changed and stood in front of the mirror, the delicate black fabric of the wedding dress embroidered in the white silk bodice, the skirt flowing around her as she turned to catch her reflection. The intricate lace and silhouette were breathtaking and for a fleeting moment she felt that glimmer of happiness return. That joy was quickly overshadowed by her harsh reality. The thought of marrying Roger, a man she loathed, twisted her stomach into knots. She held up a mask of composure, hiding the heartbreak that churned within her. She couldn't shake the overwhelming sadness that accompanied the beautiful gown for a day she wished would never come, her heartache felt heavier by the day.
"what do you think?" Roger asked with a smug grin. He beamed at her beauty.
"I love it..." She smiled softly, for the first time in a while she feels truely happy, even if it was just for a moment. It reminded her of Vivian. The smile pinned on her lips was Vivian. She brought it back. She shook Vivian out of her mind and asked. "You would let me wear this?"
"you have been good, finally realising your place, so why not." Roger chuckled. Siobhan stood in the dress and Roger approached her with a sly smile, his fingers brushing against her cheek.
"You look stunning, my love" He said, a tone of possessiveness in his voice that sent shivers down her spine. He had allowed her to wear her dress she dreamed of, the one she had imagined since she was a little girl, but now it felt tainted by the reality of who she was marrying. A deep sense of conflict washed over her.
She was finally getting the wedding she had always wanted, yet it felt like a cruel joke, a beautiful disguise hiding the truth of her heartache and despair. Why did it have to be with him...
