The Divorce

53

"It'll do the job."

"It certainly will not!"

I sighed as mum threw the third outfit towards my way.

"When did you even pack all this?" I asked as I looked at the next piece I was meant to wear. An overly frilly, white, or off-white looking dress that I just knew would make my boobs hideous. 

"Just try it on."

"What's wrong with this one?" I asked as I looked in the mirror again. It was a cream, off the shoulder dress that hid my large breasts in a flattering way. There was minimal to no cleavage, unless I guess you were tall and staring down at me, and it actually made me look a dress size too small. 

I actually think I looked good in it. Better than the two piece white dress I had to squeeze into first.

"I think this one will look better on your cousin, she needs an outfit as well."

Ugh great. Once again everyone else's needs come before me. I tried to push down that thought as I walked into the bathroom to change into this. The material felt icky, like I was going to be sweating all night long. It was also hard to get on and pulling the zipper up, felt like a workout.

"Fuck this," I muttered as I pulled it over my chest, and wincing when I heard something that sounded like a rip.

Fuck, fuck fuck!!!!

I turned around in the bathroom mirror trying to see if anything had ripped, and thankfully I couldn't see anything. Maybe it was just the inner lining or a stitch that didn't hold up the integrity of the dress.

"Are you ready?" I heard my mother scream from the bed, where she was probably still folding and refolding every piece of clothing she packed. She truly had come prepared to her favourite daughter's wedding. 

'Yes," I opened the door, dreading the way I looked but by the smile on her face, I could tell this was the lucky dress for me. 

"It's lovely!"

My mother''s taste in outfits for me was always questionable. She thought hiding my non stick thin figure in frilly outfits was good for me, but all it did was make me look bigger than I was. 

I tried not to think of the reflection, where, as I predicted the frills all down the chest line made my boobs look like they were post breast feeding, no support and very unflattering cleavage. The half on and half off shoulders made my arms twice the size they should be. 

I wasn't as tall as my sister or mother, which meant that the awkward shin length dresses on me looked terrible. I was more of a, quite a bit above the knee, type of girl so the one good feature of my relatively small and toned legs could show off. Which this dress...didn't do.

"I don't like it," I stated.

The arms were also clinging in all the wrong places, like the ample under shoulder fat I had from wearing a bra made for larger breasts. 

I could just imagine how this dress could look if I was a C cup...stunning. But I wasn't a C cup and this dress was not made for an E cup.

"Nonsense, I think it's perfect for you."

Of course she did. Sometimes I wondered if my mother had secret happiness in making me suffer. But no...that can't be right. Don't people love all their kids equally. 

"Whatever," I muttered as I went back into the bathroom to take the dress off. Thankfully pulling the zip back down was easy but trying to squeeze the unforgivable and non stretchy fabric off my breasts and over my head was another workout. 

Why do they put zip in the worst places possible?

I leaned my butt against the counter as I hunched over, grabbing the end of the fabric and pulling it. You know what, if it did rip, at least I wouldn't have to wear it. 

But unfortunately this time, it didn't rip. It slid off my head with such force that it yanked a bit of my hair caught in the open zip, and I held in a gasp as my right shoulder protested in pain.

Shit, I sprained it. 

I stood back up, pain shooting all up my right side, from my ribs to my neck and my vision blurred for a second.

I swear I saw orange dots. 

Just like that it passed, as I regained my balance on the counter, and gently stretched my neck.

Yep, I definitely strained it.

I bundled the dress in my hands and walked back out to see my mother already yapping away on the phone to someone else.

I waited a few minutes before telling her I was going, she barely looked up but waved a hand as I headed back down the long walk way to where my room was. 

Gabriel was up reading what looked like to be a book when I walked in. His eyes flickered up to me and I wondered if that was a work book, non fiction or fiction. Does he like to read books?

"How did it go?" He asked.

"Great."

"Your body language isn't screaming great to me."

Gabriel folded his book down as I threw the hideous dress onto the bed. It's Katie's wedding, and no one will be looking at me, so I can do this for her. After all, I did want her to have a great wedding.

"I just want this whole weekend over with."

Gabriel said up straight on the couch and I had noticed that the had taken off all his bedding and folded it neatly on the side arm chair. The coffee table was back to where it was and...did he make my bed as well?

He didn't say anything but after a long pause of staring at me, and silence filling the room he stood up.

"The party starts at five, which means we should be back here at four, maybe three-thirty if you want to have longer to get ready, so...shall we do something?"

"Like what?" I asked and then held up a hand, "And please don't say you want to joint he others with their lunch time pool and...pool, the one with the billiards version, activities because you're going to have to do that by yourself." 

I was still socially drained last night and I had to do it all over again tonight, which meant I wanted to be away from everyone if I could help it. I even skipped the breakfast with them this morning and Gabriel was still asleep.

He looked so tired, and it was probably one of the first time he slept past eight a.m. I should know, I was in charge of his work schedule. At least for weekdays. He also didn't look that comfortable on the couch but he did look peaceful so I didn't bother to wake him as I left for my dress try outs this morning.

He definitely looked like he slept well, he didn't have that crease between his eyebrows and speaking of body language he looked like his shoulders were not up to his ears, so less stressed. 

Maybe the couch was comfy, because he looked to be in a better shape than I did. 

Gabriel lifted up the book he was reading, and then I realised it was actually a book about this region. 

"Do you want to do a wine tour?"

"Wine tour?" I asked.

Gabriel shrugged, "There's three wineries walking distance from here, only fifteen minutes or we can get a cab, we could kill some time."

"Hmmm..." I didn't really love wine but I also didn't want to be hanging out with everyone here. I guess it was better than being cooped up in here all day.

"Why not."

"Great, let's go."

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