Benedict Cumberbatch Imagines

The dress

You take a deep breath and look in the mirror. It fitted perfectly.

Spinning around, you could see yourself at every angle. You're right. It's perfect. The white dress made you look elegant, every inch the blushing bride. Well bride to be anyway.

You had been wedding dress shopping with your mum and best friend all day and you could hear them chatting outside the changing room about shoes and veils. But this moment was yours. Right now, in this dress, you finally felt it. The excitement, the confirmation that this was really happening. You were getting married to the love of your life.

He had been pestering you all day. Ben seemed desperate to know if you'd found a dress and if you had, could he have a picture? No way. You were keeping up tradition and you didn't want him to see it until you walked down the aisle. And it wasn't just you he was pestering.

"Yeah she's just trying it on now. I'll ask her," your friend begins to shout through the door.

"Y/N is it ok? Can we see it?"

You gingerly open the door and step out, giving a slow spin so the full effect can be seen.

"What do you think?"

Your mum smiles and nods at you, unable to speak and your friend looks for a long moment before again concentrating on her phone call.

"Alright, alright she's just shown us. No you know I'm not going to tell you a damn thing you cheeky bugger, but I'll tell you this, you are a bloody lucky man. It's gorgeous. Now I've got to go. Ok, bye."

She rolls her eyes at you.

"You're going to have to get that fiancée of yours under control! He's mad about you, you lucky devil"

I left it there so you can imagine your perfect dress and your mum's reaction. Please comment if you enjoyed it and for any improvements or suggestions. I've been getting less and less reads :(