73 Memories

The Fifty-First Memory

The picture at the top is how I imagine HER dress looking, but feel free to imagine it however you want to! 

Onwards!

"Okay, you look stunning!" The sales lady spun me around, and I laughed knowing that this was the dress I truly wanted.

"Do you think? Does it look good on me?"

She grinned and nodded. "Let's let your friend see if she likes it, as well."

I smiled gratefully and Chloe opened the door, allowing me to walk through and towards Emlyn.

When I stopped in front of her, her mouth dropped open wide, almost hitting the floor. "You look beautiful."

I laughed and twirled, letting Emlyn see the back of the dress, as well. "I really like this one, Emmy."

Emlyn stood up and walked around me, assessing every curve. When she was back in front of me, she said, "Definitely the one."

I clapped happily. "I thought so, too. But I wasn't going to settle unless my Maid of Honor liked it, too."

Emlyn smiled and nodded, agreeing, until my words fully registered. "You- you want me to be your Maid of Honor?"

"Absolutely. Will you do it, please?" I knew the possibility was low, but I was still scared she would say that she wouldn't do it, that she'd rather sit in a chair than stand uncomfortably by my side.

"Of course, hun. Of course."

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When I got home from dress shopping, you were lounging on the couch, but as I walked in the room you turned the TV off and stood up to hug me and kiss my lips. "How'd it go?"

We walked into the kitchen where I pulled a bowl of grapes out of the fridge. "Really good, actually. I found my dress."

You grinned, and I felt my heart soften into a marshmallow. "Awesome. Did you ask Em?"

I played it off like I was upset about it. "Yeah," I frowned, casting my glance toward the counter.

"I take it she said no?"

I sighed, popping a grape in my mouth before slowly shaking my head, not being able to stop the huge smile that spread its way onto my face as I looked up at you. "She said yes!"

You rolled your eyes at my acting session and took a grape from the bowl in front of me. "You're so dramatic." I knew you were trying to hide it, so I didn't point it out, but I saw the small smile that wormed its way onto your lips.

"You love me that way the best."

An airy laugh sounded and you said, "I love every piece of you, and I love them all equally."

"You are such a liar," I accused, throwing a grape at your face and hitting you square on the nose.

"Am. Not." You grabbed one out of the bowl and threw it at me, and it made a smacking sound as it came in contact with my cheek.

And that was how our very first food fight began, but of course, it wasn't the last. 

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