The Sweetheart & The Billionaire Heart Breaker (Completed)

TS&TBHB 13

Sorry!!! I had a long day with shopping, bills & birthday parties yesterda...I would have gotten this out earlier but, I was barely in my house long enough to do anything...So according to all the votes I got on the dress (thank you all for that) Mallory’s dress will be dress 3...I had gotten a comment on how that dress would fit her personality better and that’s right, it does...I had chosen the first cause I thought it was a cool looking dress and the I really liked the second as well, so because I couldn’t decided I left it up to all of you! On to the story!

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I stood on the platform with three mirrors around me. As soon as I had seen the dress I knew that it was the dress that I would be getting married in. It was the perfect dress for me. Everyone had rushed me off to go and try it on and it fit me perfectly, no need for alterations. So there I was in a white silk organza sweetheart asymmetric draped exaggerated drop waist gown with embroidered raw edge organza skirt. It definitely was the perfect dress. 

“So what’d you think?” Monique asked as she fluffed out the skirt.

“I love it,” I grinned “It’s perfect ”

“You look beautiful,” Sharon comment “That dress was certainly made for you.”

“Sharon is right,” Corrie nodded “There isn’t going to be another dress out there for you.”

“It just screams Mallory Blake especially with the whole sweetheart neck line.” Elena added 

“I’ll take it.” I said smiling at my reflection. 

“Alright, let’s get you out of this dress and I’ll ring you up.” Monique said leading back to the changing room.

I changed into my regular clothes and walked back to the front of the store with the garment bag in hand. Now all I need is some shoes and I as pretty sure I had the perfect pair at home. Sharon had done right refused to let me pay for the dress no matter how much I told her it was fine. She just kept on insisting the she pay for the dress. She just would not budge and after ten minutes I finally gave in. 

After a light lunch I headed back home and hung the dress in my closet. In less than four weeks I would be walking down the aisle in the dress of my dreams. Hopefully the wedding itself would also be the one I had always dreamed about. For the rest of the afternoon and well into the night I sat and stared at the walls of my room. Sleep wouldn’t come and my thoughts were all centered around how much my life had changed and would change even more.

I tried not to think about everything that had happened since Thanksgiving. I didn’t want to remember all the things that had been said and done. How had I gone from the girl who did every thing her parents asked without question to the girl I am now? How could I have changed so drastically in a little over a month? Was that even possible? The only answer I had was for that last question. Yes, it was possible.

Getting back into the mood for school that following Monday wasn’t easy. I had never been an early riser and having two weeks free through off my whole schedule. I trudged on to campus with a messy pony tail, loose tee and jeans. I didn’t bother trying to make myself look presentable, I was too tired for that. I swear I was yawning every ten seconds as I met up with Elena and Corrie. I hadn’t had much sleep at all this weekend and I was paying for that now.