The Best Man's Speech

10: Fashion Hunt

✵ LYRA ✵

I sipped on the fifth bottle of water that I had bought from the nearest convenience store, while making my way down to the bridal shop. I was actually just being submissive to my GPS since my sister texted me the address of the store she was at.

Approaching the building, I could see the elegant designs of dresses displayed through the window, all of different styles and colours. I walked into the store and caught sight of my sister who was too busy glaring at my entrance, "You're late." She scornfully mouthed in my distant, before eying my outfit which made us look like we shared the same brains and were twins, instead of Mike and I being twins.
She wore a golden cardigan that was complemented by her completely black outfit, which consisted of a black shirt, a pair of black jeans and boots and a black handbag. Whereas, I completed the casual look by wearing a denim blue jacket, a white shirt underneath and my favourite black liquid pants that were completed by my black heels. Both of us wore our hair down, only out of laziness to do anything more, but others might say: it was to complete the look.

"What?" I accusatively declared as I walked towards her and her five brides maid, who were also glaring at me.

"Why are you late?" She immaturely asked me as her friends continued to glare at me.

"Because I was with Mike?" I suggested, narrowing my eyebrows at her jealousy over my comfortable clothing compared to her awkwardly formal and posh, yet meant-to-be casual outfit.

"Welcome ladies." A middle-aged brunette warmly smiled as she spread her hands out to welcome us.

"Thank you." Meia smiled as she looked at the lady.

"Elena." My mom exclaimed as she walked towards our host, only to hug her.

"You know her?" My sister and I chorused together, with an obvious jit of shock in our voices.

"Of course. We went to high school together." My mom replied before eying my outfit. Before she could say anything, I spoke up, "I was in a rush, plus, I am here to dry on my maid of honour dresses, so why fuss over comfortable clothing when I have to dress myself in a painfully elegant dress?" I mocked her seriousness with my sarcastic tone.

"Lyra!" My mother lowly scowled before turning to face Elena, "Sorry about her. She grew up with her twin brother."

"Michael? Am I right?" Elena recalled from nowhere. My mother, sister and I nodded our heads in synchronisation while the brides maids picked their belongings up from their seats and got ready to move... since Elena started to lead us.

"How do you know my brother?" Meia asked.

"I met him... he came over to talk to Isabella, my daughter... she works for him... as his PA." Elena replied, before waving her hand around to offer us seats in an empty, fancy VIP room. We all took our seats while my mother spent the next 10 or so minutes catching up with our newly found aunt, Elena.

I sat still on my seat as Meia started to distract herself with talking to her friends. I started to get bored, so pulled out my phone and started to text Michael about how he met and knows Isabella. Turns out it was because he went to get back his jacket from her after lending it to her in the cold. Since she called him after a terrible breakup at an expensive restaurant that costed her a fortune, but Michael paid for... since the dick who left her bought all the expensive dishes, making her only intake of nutrient for that meal: water.

"Okay Meia. You can now pick a dress for yourself." My mother announced after settling down on a dress, before Meia nodded and walked towards Elena. I watched her look around for a bit before selecting a few dresses to change into.

After several catwalks on the runway, we finally managed to find the perfect wedding dress for her. Everyone's faces, including mine, lit up when she appeared in front of us, with the dress wrapped around her feminine figuresque.

After the bridal dress was selected, Meia grabbed the center seat, near my mother and I, "Now we need to find the perfect dresses for the bridesmaids." She declared, watching her slim and fit friends get of their butts to head to the dressing room. 

"You do realise that the point of this is that you select our dresses, right?" I asked, clearly being judgmental through my tone of voice.

"Of course." She nervously and embarrassingly answered, before getting up to select the dresses for her bridesmaids. I watched the feminine crowd shuffle across the room to find the perfect dress. Finally, they managed to pluck out the dresses and managed to find the right size for all the bridesmaids... best part: they are all of the same size, which meant that getting them into it wasn't much of a hassle.

However, all of the ladies walked down the runway to present the long and light pink dresses to the bride, her mother, maid of honour, and of course, Elena. The laced top managed to fit in with the lacey concept that ran through my sister's wedding dress.

"I love the dress." My mother exclaimed happily, while watching the girls walk back to the changing room... with all the wonder and joy in the world.

"Same." I calmly commented, before turning to face one of Elena's employees, who was handing me a dress. "What is this?" I questioned, turning to face everyone else.

"I managed to select a dress for you while looking for my bridesmaids' dresses. And she managed to get the right size... since your skinny ass would look too flat in the size they had on display." My sister chuckled, placing her hand on my knee, while wearing a beautifully big smile on her face.

"Thank you." I mouthed to my sister who smiled back at me, maturely. Before I could walk away and into the changing room, the sound of manly voices echoed through the staircase before reverberating through the room.

"Good afternoon ladies." My to be brother-in-law, Nathan, exclaimed as he greeted us with a big, goofy smile, that for some reason managed to stun a lot of the women in the room... except me. I watched the man rush over to pull his bride-to-be into his arms before planting a loving kiss on her cheek. Meia's face instantly lit up, like she was the happiest person in the room... which was true.