Bikini Body

Chapter Fifteen:

When I woke up the next morning, I went to the bathroom to check my weight. I now weigh a total of 240 lbs! That meant I lost 15 pounds total, and I was ecstatic! Only five more pounds, and I made my goal. I was losing weight, and I could imagine myself in a bikini in a few short years. Maybe less. Maybe I could be more beautiful than Bree. Who knows? Maybe I could be a model. I could work with Zarah! I could see her more often, and we could be one of those famous sisters that star in reality shows. If only. I really wanted to see Zarah at Robert's wedding, but she told me via text that she couldn't make it because of photoshoots she had to make up. That changed my mind about being a model. You don't see your family as often. And I think that sucks.

Mom wanted to buy new dresses for tomorrow. I didn't tell her about my discovery on the way to the mall because I knew she'd tell Tony and that he'd make a big deal about it. So I decided to keep it to myself. We arrived at the mall and went into a department store. We followed the signs to the dress section of the store and Mom told me to take a look to see what I liked. There were so many dresses in different colors, and, not to mention, size. I finally picked out a flowy light pink dress that had a necklace to match. I found Mom and showed it to her.

"I love it," I told her.

"Try it on, then. Let me see after," she said.

"Okay."

I found a dressing room not too far from Mom. I locked the door and started to undress. The dress was really soft. I liked the dress a lot, but I didn't like how it looked on me. I looked like a blob wearing a piece of clothing. Zarah would put this dress to shame with her body. With me on the other hand, I could never do it justice. I unlocked the door and stepped out. My mother was waiting for me just outside holding a hanger that held a black dress.

"That looks nice," she said. "Do you like it?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess."

Mom held out the black dress to me. "Try this one. Let's see how it looks."

I went back in the dressing room and put the black dress on. I hated it. Another dress that Zarah could rock. And also because I hate black. Nevertheless, I showed it to Mom.

"I like the pink one better," she said.

I agreed. "Me too."

"We'll take it. Now I gotta find myself a dress, too."

I went back in the dressing room, took my dress off and put my regular clothes back on. I followed Mom back to the dress section. She picked out a red dress. I thought it looked nice. So did Mom.

"Let me try it on," she said.

I nodded. "I'll wait here."

Mom later came back wearing the dress. It looked amazing on her. I gave her a thumbs up. She smiled.

"I like it, too. Do you think it'll look great with my black shoes?" she asked.

"Yeah! Your pearls can go with the dress, too," I suggested.

"Wow! When did you become the fashionista, Abby?" Mom asked, chuckling.

I asked myself that question, too.

We stayed in the mall for a while after we paid for our dresses. We had to look for a gift, too. Mom bought Robert and Emily a dinner plate set. It was one of the things they wanted in their wedding gift website. I looked at their website and they wanted a ton of stuff-- towels, silverware, bed sheets, kitchen appliances, and all that. Mom says getting married is a lot of work. And expensive. Not including the price for the honeymoon. I decided that I would get married in Vegas to save time. I heard you only need a form of I.D., driver's license, or passport and only seventy seven dollars! I would do that... if I ever get married, that is.