A Wicked Twist (A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic)

Ties & Dresses

Hi all,

Sorry for the delay in updating. Work was mega stressful and then been to Disney so managed to put this together on the Eurostar so sorry it is short 

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It's now four days before the wedding and I'm sat in front of my TV, in my lounge, flicking through the Freeview channels. There is some absolute shite, excuse my language, on at this time of the morning. It's basically various news and kiddies programmes so I settle on a news channel, turn the volume down and unlock my iPad. I scroll through my iBook's and eventually settle on one I've read many times before, yet still thoroughly enjoy, 'The White Queen'. Whilst reading I keep an eye on the time as I have to be at the dress shop at eleven thirty to check and pick up my dress for the wedding. I'm not going to lie, I'm feeling extremely nervous that it won't fit, or that I'll resemble a sack of potatoes, a look I often excel at. After that I've booked into a salon that Sophie recommended so I can get my nails done and that appointment is at one o'clock this afternoon. Finally, I need to be at Enterprise in Hammersmith to pick up the car I've rented for the week at four. I've got my day all planned out so I'll need to leave at around ten thirty to make it across the city to the boutique, but as it's currently only quarter to nine I can spend a good hour reading my book. That said I decide to set an alarm on my phone for ten, just in case I get too involved in Tudor England.

Just as I reach the 'Winter 1469-70' my alarm sounds from my phone and I am eternally grateful that I set it. I head to my tiny bathroom and quickly jump in the shower before getting ready for the day. I throw on some blue jeans, a beige jumper and pull on my Uggs. Next I throw my hair up into a messy bun and put my glasses on, I'm going to give my eyes a rest from my contacts. Leaving my room and heading towards the door to my flat I grab my dark green duffle coat off the coat hook by the door, pick up my grey scarf and gloves, off the occasional table I have in the hallway, and put my phone in my shoulder bag. Lastly I check I have my purse and driver's license before I head out into the chilly February weather.

The underground is still busy but I manage to get a seat on both trains. Hopping off at Tottenham Court Road I join my fellow travellers in the ascent to the surface then I head off in the direction of the boutique through Soho Square. As I enter the shop, sorry I mean boutique, Grant is waiting for me and he's not quite tapping his foot while pointing at his watch but he doesn't look far off. Instead of using the choice words I want to say to him as I'm not late, in fact for once I'm early, I merely wish him a good morning. He gives me what I can only describe as a false smile before he scuttles off out the back. It's very clear he doesn't like me and I'm certain that if this dress wasn't for the Cumberbatch-Hunter wedding then I'd have been turned out on my ear, 'Pretty Woman' style, long before now. In moments Grant returns with a dark blue dress bag and despite the frosty atmosphere I'm suddenly very excited. He shows me into one of the fitting rooms off to the side of the shop and instructs me to come out once I have the dress on. Once I'm left alone in the room I drop my stuff on one of the elaborate chairs in the corner and remove my coat, I can't help but notice that this dressing room is as big as the living area in my flat and decorated to a much higher quality. Tentatively I unzip the bag and remove the dress on the hanger and hang it up on the other side of the room, stepping back to admire it. It looks beautiful on the hanger, the light catching the silk makes it look almost pearlescent and the contrast of the navy bow, well, all I can say is Sophie sure knows her stuff. My only concern is it looks so small on the hanger and I can feel the panic begin to rise in my chest.

A couple of deep breaths later I strip down to my underwear and unzip the dress. Taking it off the hanger I let the material slide down over my head before putting each arm in the corresponding hole and positioning the dress. It feels amazing against my skin and I do a couple of side turns just admiring it in the many mirrors that line the walls. I try to do up the zip and manage to get it most of the way up and then tie the bow. Doing up the zip has pulled the dress around my curves and it looks even better now, I've never had a dress fit me as well and I admire it for a bit longer, my confidence growing.