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"Bee!?" My mother's voice echoed through the fitting room of this high end bridal shop we were in for alterations on everyone's wedding attire.
"Yea?" I quickly answered and frowned at my reflection in the mirror before struggling with the zipper on the side of the dress again.
I damn near busted my rib cage trying to suck everything in. Camille had pre ordered the dresses and probably gave them any old size for me since I wasn't in town for the first fitting they had.
"Girl, get out here so we can see if it fits."
I snatched the door open and looked at her, clearly upset.
"What's wrong?"
I bugged my eyes, irritated. "I can't even zip this thing up! That's what's wrong!"
She sighed and turned me around attempting to fight with the zipper. "I'm really starting to think these dresses just run small, I had some trouble with mine too."
I stood still and gripped the wall before the zipper pinched my skin and I yelped in pain. "Sssss....ooouuuw"
"I'm sorry!" she apologized and I shut my eyes.
Just my luck, Camille came sashaying around the corner. "What's going on?"
"This dress isn't working for her. We're going to have to get her fitted for another one."
"Hmph. Well that shouldn't be a problem. I guess I was going out on a limb when I told the lady a size 4." she snickered.
I smacked my lips and slammed the door in their faces. A FOUR?
I knew she was out to get me. In white people language, in which these dresses were CLEARLY made for, a size 4 was practically translation for double zero.
Her and my mother stood a few feet away from the door bickering.
"WHAT? It's not like she was here to get fitted for it so I just guessed a size and hoped it'd fit." Camille defended herself while they walked out. A few minutes later, my mother came back with a similar dress in an 8 and 10.
"Try these."
They were the same color as the others but styled a little differently. Great. Now I'd definitely stand out.
"You know this wouldn't even be a problem if I wasn't forced to be in this wedding in the first place."
"Don't even talk like that Bee. It'd only be right if you and Solange were bride's maids."
"But Mama, I don't see the point in you making her do something she doesn't want to." I waved my arms around and grabbed the dresses from her. "You see she's going to do everything in her power to make me feel like crap about it too."
