Handprint (Harry Styles)

Chapter 16

"I think we should start with a very elegant style." My mother suggested, "and see how we feel about it." Examining a rack of gowns, she pulled out a billowing beast of a Cinderella dress

Biting my lip, I search my mind for a respectful way to explain my feelings.
"Umm... I think that's very pretty-"
"She hates it." Anne rolled her eyes at my mothers choice and continued searching through the sea of white.
"I don't remember asking you." My mother shot back, coating her sharp words with honey and a smile.
"Well everyone but you, thinks that's hideous." Anne responded, making no attempt to hide behind her tone.
"She's my daughter and she's trying it on."
"I would really rather not." I said, avoiding eye contact.
"Your daughter is gorgeous and has a beautiful body and putting her in that monstrous pile of dung would be a crime." Anne said, sassily.
Strolling to a different rack, she pulled out a lacy piece of fabric that I guess is suppose to be a dress?...

"So you would prefer her look like a whore?" My mother glared daggers at the lace dress.
"Mom!" I scolded, my hands beginning to shake from the amount of stress that the two of them always seem to induce.
"The fact that you think a woman showing off her body makes her a whore shows how closed minded you are!" Anne shot back at her, holding her choice.
My heart rate going up, I tried taking deep breaths...and that's when my saviors arrived.
Two sales associates, dressed in all black, came around the corner and saw my state of misery.
"Is there anything we can help you with?" One of them asked, eyeing my obvious level of stress.
"N-" I interrupted my mothers refusal, "yes please!!" I basically begged.
Hiding her amused giggle, the first rep asked, "what are you thinking as far as style?" She made a point to only look at me, basically ignoring both my mother and Anne.
Taking a deep breath, I thought about it. "Not something plain but just...simple? Elegant but not old fashioned?...interesting but not flashy?...strapless but not so that my boobs are falling out." I tried to explain my idea of what I might enjoy wearing.
Both my mother and Anne crossed their arms but the girls just nodded. "We can find a few options and let you try them on and get a taste for what you don't like."
Finally someone just listened and tried to help. Refreshed by the presence of my two saviors, I sighed and followed them down the aisle and into the strapless section.
"By the way, my name is Brooke and this is Alyssa." The one with black hair smiled back at me, reaching to shake my hand with her free hand.
"Willow." I smiled.
As they walked, each of them pulled random dresses from the racks, without even looking. How on earth they could memorize all of this, astounded me as I followed.
"Alright...we have about six options here, do you want to head to the fitting room?"
Relieved of my earlier stress, I smiled a smile of genuine excitement and nodded.
The fitting area was very elegant and had plenty of seating outside of the actual room. "If you ladies will just take a seat we will be back with option number one." Brooke smiled, opening the door and letting me in.
The fitting room had three walls that were made up of nothing but full length mirrors. Slightly self conscious, I tugged my sundress over my head and stepped into the first dress.
There was no overwhelming feeling of "now I'm a bride" but there was a warm and fuzzy feeling as I gazed at the mirror, taking in what I might look like walking down the aisle to Harry. My heart fluttered and a smile spread across my face.
I had never felt like this in a dress, like I was taking a major step in my life. But I love this dress as much as I could ever love a piece of clothing.

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"Willow?" Brooke pulled me back to reality and I glanced up, meeting her eyes in the reflection of the mirror. "You ready?"
Taking a deep breath, I nodded, preparing myself for this.

Stepping through the door, I followed Brooke back out into the waiting area and watched as Anne and my mother looked up.
My heart faltered and pelted to the ground, when both of their faces read that they were less than impressed.
"Is there anything a little more exciting?" Anne asked.
"Anything slightly more conservative?" My mother gawked.
"It looks very basic."
"Not very classy."
"The bottom just looks messy."
"It looks like you just tied a ribbon around a table cloth and called it a dress-"

"Shut up!" I finally exclaimed, I had had enough. "I'm done with your bickering and telling me what you want to see me in! It's my wedding! I will look how I want and Harry will love me just as much no matter what I wear so the only opinion I'm concerned with is my own!! I love this! I feel like a bride in this! So this is what I'm wearing, dammit!!"
Astounded, Brooke clapped when I finished my speech, the only sound in the suddenly silent room.

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Willow:

Brooke (dedicated to my bae brooke_beginner  for her suggestions and amazing comments) :

Alyssa (dedicated to my other bae for her support throughout this story and her amazing help and comments CalumsCuddleBuddyx ) :

I hope everyone is happy with the dress (I know there were a lot of different votes but I had to go with the majority 😫😘)
TONS OF LOVE ❤️
-Emma