Fitting in

Chapter 17

   In the morning Brett’s mother awoke her to say she didn’t have to go to school this morning. Brett was considering what her mother’s definition of punishment was, till she said Brett would accompany the family in finding Blake’s wedding dress. Everyone knew Brett would rather suffer through three math classes, than shop for dresses. Her mother demanded her phone, and before the woman could snatch it from her hands Brett removed the sim card. Her mother would definitely read her texts with the phone in her hands, and with no sim card that would be impossible.

            Before leaving, she said a part of the grounding included no baths either, and Brett almost felt like crying. She had a fast shower, and hated every minute of it. Nothing compared to baths. Heading downstairs she found pregnant Barbie throwing up into a trash bin. Brett scowled, then decided she’d better smile since her sister had saved her from a 2 hour lecture last night.

            “Are you okay Barbie?”

            “Yeah, you know it’s just a part of being pregnant.” She sighed, before throwing up again. They waited for her to finish her morning baby bump work out routine, before showering, and heading out. Barbie couldn’t get fat while being pregnant, it would be the end of her world. Or so she said.

            Brett only half listened as her mother, and sisters discussed what the bridesmaids should wear, and what dress Blake would be getting. Blake insisted the dress be less than $5,000, while mother tried to convince her there would be no limit. Honestly, Brett didn’t really understand why Blake would argue, just take the money.

            They arrived at the bridal shop, and everyone was offered a glass of champagne except for Brett. She had to drink orange juice. Feeling like a two year old amongst adults, Brett kept her mouth shut except to ask for a piece of gum.

            “Why don’t you go try on brides maids dresses for us sweetie?” Her mother asked. The woman wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so Brett walked swiftly to the back of the store. She picked out three dresses with out looking, and came out to model the first one.

            “I hate it.” Blake said with her arms akimbo in an expensive dress by Vera Wang. Brett cocked an eyebrow at her, “Why?'

            “The colors of my wedding are not pink and white. You would know that if you weren’t so absorbed in the matters of your life.”

            Brett didn’t know where the outburst came from, but decided not to act on it. Changing into the second dress, Blake said the same thing, and after getting more dresses and trying them on Brett was getting frustrated.

            “Is there anything you do like?” She sassed sitting down in a midnight blue evening gown.

            “I love this dress.” She said with tears in her eyes. The wedding dress she was wearing, was beautiful, but Brett wasn’t going to say anything. After all, Blake was the one being rude first.

            “You do?” Her mother asked incredulously, “But it’s the cheapest one!”

            “Even better, mother I want Jeff to seem me walk down the aisle in this dress!” She said choking up on tears. Barbie began to cry to, and Brett wanted to get away from all of them. She got up and walked to the dressing room to find amusement there, and saw probably the ugliest color of dress in her life. Deciding to try it on for entertainment purposes, Brett found herself laughing at how bad it looked on her. Her tan skin and the military green were a hideous combo, plus it was banded just underneath her chest, hiding all her curves. At the band it pooled down in a stream of tool and fabric, and Brett kept constantly tripping over it. Walking out to show the family so that they would laugh, Brett was disgusted when Blake pointed and said that was the dress.