Not So Normal

Chapter 71

*3 months later*

   "I'm voting for coral and turquoise," Lindsey says. I look expectantly at Perrie, waiting for her vote.

   "I'm gonna have to go with blue and silver," she says.

   "UGH! Guys, there wasn't supposed to be a 3-3 tie! I need to decide the colors so we can look at bridesmaid dresses! The wedding is in two months and none of us have our dresses!" I screech. I'm probably overreacting, but whatever. I couldn't decide between having coral and turquoise or blue and silver as the wedding colors, so I had my bridesmaids vote, but that went nowhere.

   "Tyler, what do you think?" I ask as he walks into our kitchen.

   "Girl, I am not getting into this. You've gotta figure it out. I told you I'd help with the dresses, not the colors," he says, making Lindsey snicker.

   "No need to freak out, Elissa. Do you want me to call Niall?" Eleanor threatens. I shut up and glare at her. Niall is at rehearsal for some awards show performance tomorrow night, and he thinks that the planning is going fine and dandy. I didn't tell him I was freaking out about the colors, or he wouldn't have gone to rehearsal so he could calm me down. And I don't want to get in the way of his career. I don't want to be that girl.

   "How about we just go look at dresses, and whichever color the cuter dresses are, we go with that color set?" my sister, Claire, suggests. I sigh.

   "Claire, you're a genius. Too bad it's not a thing to let 12 year olds do all the planning," I say, sticking my tongue out at Lindsey, who sticks hers out right back. She's been doing an amazing job at all the planning, but Claire has been coming up with some pretty damn good ideas for stuff. I've been surprised.

   The seven of us girls, and Tyler, get into mine and Tyler's cars and head downtown to look for dresses. Some TV show wanted to have me on it and wanted to choose all the dresses for me, but there was no way in hell I would ever let that happen. I just hope I don't run into the crew at the dress shop. They're at the one we're going to a lot.

   When we get to the dress shop, Tyler leads us inside and straight to the bridesmaids dresses. Everyone starts rummaging through the hundreds of dresses, and it takes almost 20 minutes before anyone finds any really cute ones that match either color scheme.

   "I got one!" Denise says cheerfully from across the room. We all stop where we are and run over to her. The dress she found is sky blue, knee-length, strapless, and is just perfect.

   "Blue and silver it is," I say. Everyone nods their heads in agreement. I take the dress up to one of the assistant ladies and tell her it's what we're getting. She tells me to hold tight for a minute while she gets a couple girls to come get everyone's measurements.

   "Denise, these are perfect dresses," I say happily.

   "I'm glad I found it," she gushes. What a cutie. She's a few years older than me, but we've been getting along really well already, which is great, because we're going to be sisters soon.

   While all my bridesmaids are getting their measurements done, Tyler and I go off to look for my dress. I have been looking forward to this moment my whole life. Finally finding the perfect dress for my big day.

   An hour later, all the girls are done getting their measurements taken, and I still haven't found the perfect dress yet. This is really difficult. I've tried a couple on, but nothing is really breathtaking yet. The girls and Tyler are trying their best to be helpful and supportive, but I'm getting really frustrated. I don't want to turn into a bridezilla about this, but I think I'm getting close. Nothing is perfect enough.