Navigating this mess

Part 5

Hinata pulled at the white fabric bunched around her waist. She never pictured wedding dress shopping to be so...tedious? In the waiting room were not only her bridesmaids, sister, and father, but also Sasuke and his grooms men. And it seemed to her that none of them would ever agree on anything. 

Sasuke like the simple things and her father did as well. And somewhere in Hinata's mind that was really all that mattered. But she was a people please kinda of person. Because of that, she was casting aside the beautiful white dress she had already found and replaced it with a hideous dress that seemed to make everyone happy. 

She didn't like the way it fit. She didn't like the way it felt. She didn't like the fact that she couldn't walk in it. She didn't like it. Yet, she knew that if she were to voice her opinions, she would be shot down. 

The wedding dress assistant shook her head while looking to her left. Probably an attempt to keep which every brides maid it was now out of the room. Yet, who ever this was made the assistant pale and scurry away. When Hinata looked, she saw it was her father. (The one bank rolling this entire fiasco.) 

"Hinata, are you happy?" he asked solemnly. Something about the way he said it made Hinata fearful that he was second guessing the marriage. Wasn't she supposed to be that one? Or Sasuke? 

"Father, I am happy," she replied while staring down at the floor. She didn't want to lie but so much hung on this arrangement that she wouldn't just throw it away. Hiashi's face soften as he walked closer. 

"You look so much like your mother," he whispered. His hand found her shoulder and they both stared in the mirror.  Hinata felt tears prick her eyes. 

In Hinata's eyes, she could never fill her mother's shoes. Her mother, who would have given her entire life to the company. Her mother, who would have given up everything to watch her children be happy. She could never be as loving and as forgiving as her mother.  She could never be half as beautiful as her mother. 

Hinata grabbed her father's hand and squeezed, "I could never be half of what Mother was." Her tears began to fall. 

"My child, your mother would have been so proud of you. I realize sometimes I don't tell you how much you mean to me, but never doubt that I love you with all of my heart," he murmured  and then turned to leave. 

Before he left, he grabbed a white dress. A simple plain ball gown dress with 3/4, lace sleeves. 

"Your mother wore something very similar to this," he reminisced before dropping it and leaving. 

Hinata smiled because she knew which one she was going to wear from that moment on. 

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This one isn't very long but its one I wanted in this story for so long. This was the one part I wanted. This story in my opinion could have been much better and its a little rushed but this is my favorite chapter.