Playing With Fire || d.h

100. December

One hundred parts! Holy shit! This story has honestly done so much to my life, whether it be the validation I got from feeling as if I was doing something that other people enjoy, or the way it's helped me grow to love writing again, or the most amazing people in the world that I've met from this story. I'll keep this short, but I love you all. 💜

The next few weeks fly by in a busy storm. Not only am I back on the YouTube grind, I also have about a thousand things to do that relate to the wedding. I've had to pick out the color scheme, flowers, and decorations for the wedding, finalize the guest list and send invitations, plan the menu, and pick out bridesmaids dresses. Dodie's been a complete saint with helping me out, and after I gave the news to Macy, she's also been recruited as part of the planning committee. Neither of us ever expected me to ever get married, as I was much too cynical, but here we are. Her and Dodie also go together, and even with how opposite they are, I've never realized they're both basically the same person.

Today's Saturday, and while Dan and Phil go pick out their suits, Dodie and Macy are bringing me to go wedding dress shopping. It's definitely something that gives me wicked anxiety, and I think Dodie knows that, as I saw her slipping some vodka into my coffee this morning.

Even though I never believed I'd ever really get married, I've always had an idea in what I'd want my wedding to look like. I always pictured my wedding dress as a ball gown sort of dress, like something out of a Disney movie. I've always loved lace and vintage styles. Now that I'm actually getting married, I wish I could go back to past (y/n), and tell her that all the things I wanted in life didn't always have to only be a dream.

We go to a boutique Dodie had picked out, something similar to the place where Dan and I had taste-tested cakes. Elegant decor is everywhere around the room, along with hundreds of beautiful dresses lining the walls. I can't help myself but gaze around the room like a little kid in a candy store. As I brush every individual dress with my fingers, I can't think of how I'd ever be able to afford something this beautiful.

"Hello, and welcome to Beatrice's Bridal! You must be (y/n)!" A lady dressed in a fancy pantsuit walks up to me, her heels clacking on the marble floor, and offers a bony hand. I shake it tentatively, a little freaked out by someone who looks about ten times more successful than me.

"Do you have any idea what kind of dress you're looking for?"

"Um, not sure yet," I reply.

"Well that's fine!" She replies. "We have all the time in the world."

Another young girl brings out a tray of cookies and wine, and Dodie, Macy and I start going through the dresses. Dodie and Macy joke around, holding dresses up to themselves and twirling around. It takes us well over an hour to go through all the dresses, but eventually, I have it narrowed down to the top three.

I try on the first two. The first one fit me rather awkwardly, and the second just didn't look right. However, when I try on the third, and walk out to where Macy and Dodie sit, they're completely silent.

"Oh, my god, that's the one!" Dodie exclaims.

"Twirl," Macy instructs, making a motion with her hand. As I do so, I can feel the skirt swirl around me, and can't help but giggle. I look at my reflection in a mirror covered wall, and it takes my breath away.

I recognize my face and hair in the reflection, but for the most part, I don't look anything like myself. The girl looking back at me looks like a princess, absolutely stunning. I'm normally not a very emotional person, but pressure builds behind my eyes, and I'm filled with a nearly uncomfortable amount of happiness.

"This is the one," I breathe, and Dodie and Macy laugh, and look at my reflection with me in the mirror.

"Definitely."