Broken Promises and Ripped Dresses

The Maid of Honor

Chapter 2. The Maid of Honor

Mandy called me right as I drove into the parking lot of Lilly Ann's Bridal Shop. She'd also called me four times the night before to remind me to pick up the dress.

I picked up my phone and slid the answer button, "Mandy! I just got to the store, please stop calling me every five minutes!"

"A polite hello would be a good start," Mandy said, chuckling.

"Hi," I said enthusiastically.

"That's better," she said, "now, so you're at the store?" You've got the money?"

"Yes, I'm at the store. And if you would hang up and stop calling me all the time I would be able to go in and buy the freaking dress,"

"Okay okay! Go in!" She said, excitedly, "wait what about the money? You have it, right?"

"Yes, I do. I put eight thousand dollars on my American Express card, and then they called me early this morning; telling me there was some abnormal activity on it,"

"Haha sorry about that, but it's all gonna be worth it in the end!" She answered.

"Yeah, I guess so,"

"Oh one more thing, can you come over to the Ritz-Carlton after you get the dress? I want to show you where I'm getting married!"

"Sure, that'd be great,"

"All right, see you then!"

"Bye bye," I said.

I hung up, got out of the car, and shut the door.

Walking into the store, I saw the same girl who was there the day before. She was standing in front of the counter looking at a David's Bridal magazine.

Why would you be reading that when you have all these amazing wedding dresses surrounding you right here?

The little bell on the door rang and she looked up from her magazine, smiling until she saw that it was me.

"Oh, it's you again. Here to pay with the eight thousand dollars from your pocket?" She asked sarcastically.

"Listen, I don't know why you can't stand me or something like that, but can you just bring me the dress?" I asked, "Let's just get this over with."

"Whatever," she muttered, spinning around and walking towards the back of the store. As she turned, I noticed her nametag which read: "Hello, my name is Sasha" in black cursive letters.

Nice.

Sasha came back out a minute later with the dress folded across her arms and laid it across the counter. Then she held out her hand and bended her fingers like ninjas do in movies when they're about to start a fight.

"Give me the card," Sasha demanded sternly.

I shook my head, gave it to her, and she swiped it harshly. She swiped it upside down twice, and on her third try finally realized what she was doing wrong.

There goes half of my savings from the past five years down the drain...

"All done,"  Sasha said, handing me back the card. No not handing, more like throwing it back at me.

"You know, I usually try to be as nice as possible to people," I told her, "but you are just pushing the envelope. Watch out for a review about the bitch named Sasha at the front desk of Lilly Ann's Bridal Shop on Yelp!"

Before she could retort I put the card in my purse, grabbed the dress, and stormed towards the door.

Definitely not buying my wedding dress here.