The Line

A4

Dess's Pov

It's been a month and I'm already back with him. I say I lasted a good two and half weeks but I ended up going back to him. He has gotten help though. He has his sessions every Thursday. I see his improvement. When he's mad , at me particularly, I try to give him his space. He made a room for when he gets angry. The room is a chaotic mess; he really throws tantrums in there.I tend to not go in the room but when I pass by I can see all the damage he's done. That's when the doubts start to come back but then I reassure my self that everything is going to be okay because of the improvements he has made. I honestly feel like I'm not going to go anywhere. I wish I could've lasted longer to prove a point but I guess all that matter is his improvements right? I shake the thoughts out of my head and run my hands through my tightly coiled hair. I look at the mirror and I see how my chocolate skin is glowing. I'm actually happy to be home and my wedding is in less than a month but I still haven't found my dress but I'm going to look today with my mother and mother in law. Jesus give me strength ...If they argue and bicker today then they're both are going to leave. I'm not having it today. I put on my sundress and my sandals. I grab my purse then walk downstairs where I see Malik, who I was hoping to avoid, leaned up against the table. I walk past him only to be lightly snatched back by my arm. " What you wearing Dess?", he asks calmly with his eyebrow raised. " I have on a dress Malik. What's wrong with it?", I question releasing my arm from his grip. He hits my ass and squeezes my breast. "That's what's wrong with it.", He explains giving me a weird look. I swat his hands away laughing.  " I'm not going to impress nobody and we only going to go dress shopping cause you already know how our moms be." , I explain to him preparing to leave. "Mhhhm."", he says suspiciously. "Gimme kiss boo 'fore I leave.", I  command while moving closer to him. He leans down and pecks my lips multiple times before deepening it . He pulls me into it more by grabbing my booty. I bite his bottom lip and push him away from me laughing.  " Bye Malik.", I say in a singsongy voice to him swaying out the door.  "forreal you just gone do me like that ?", he yells as I close the door. I get in the car and pull out the drive way. I bump to some Nicki as I drive to the bridal shop. I walk to the front desk and check in for my appointment. As they walk me to  my station I see my mom and Malik's mom already sitting down.  "Bout time!", exclaimed Mrs. Hendrix . I internally roll my eyes. I love Malik's mom don't get me wrong  but she just does too much at times. Like literally I'm not even late. My fitter came into my station  with a big smile and a cheery attitude. " I'm guessing your the bride?", she questions me. I smile and nod my head yes.  "Alright so what exactly is your dream dress?", the fitter questions. I think for a moment. " I really want a slim fitting-", I started describing until Mrs. Hendrix  decided to cut me off. " I was really thinking she should go with a cream silk dress with little to no design on it. ", she expresses her opinion. I scrunch my face up in disapproval. My mother laughs. " Helen why should her dress be cream? I think it should be white and very fitting at the top but large at the bottom. ", My mother explains. I shake my head at her description too. " Ma'am what I really want is a slim fitting mermaid styled dress with bedazzles on the bodice.",  I tell her. The fitter smiles at me before gently grabbing my arm. She picks up three dresses each one resembling the descriptions we gave her. I try on the first one ,the one mama Hendrix wants me to where,  and walk for them to see. Mama Hendrix was in love.



I hate it. It's the plainest thing I ever seen, I do a spin for her so she can look at it. " It's gorgeous  I hope you love it as much as I do.", mama Hendrix gushes over the dress. I shake my head. My mother silently laughs making mama Hendrix mug her. "What's funny ?", she asks my mama. " That dress is so plain. ", my mother replies simply. "  I don't feel like a bride in this dress. I feel like I'm going to bed or something. I not really feeling this.", I explain stepping off the platform. I get changed in the dress my mama wants to me wear. I come out and walk on the platform and my mom and mama Hendrix  gasp .



"I love it!", my mom exclaims and covers her mouth . I look in the mirror and my eyes start to water also. I like too! " mommy I like the dress but its not what I envisioned." Mama Hendrix fans her eyes. "Its gorgeous!" . I step off the platform  and try on my dress.



I step back on the platform and spin for them. "I love it ! " , I cheerfully tell them. "What do you think?" , I ask . " I think its beautiful honey just not for your wedding." ,My mom says. Mama Hendrix nods her head in agreement. I step off the platform and get changed into my regular clothes. "Which one are you going to pick?", mama Hendrix questions walking with my out the door. "I think I know.", my mama brags. " you'll have to wait til my wedding day to figure out which on I'm wearing.", I tell them. They nod but I can tell they're not pleased with my answer.

What dress should she pick?