The Contract

17

Scar

Ever since the day that Natasha had decided to help me with the whole wedding planning everything has been easy to get done. I mean she had found her suit, the flowers were black roses and emerald tulips, black petals of the orchards on the ground where I'm supposed to walk, and it's all in the bright morning. Yet, I have nothing to wear.

I have been everywhere, have watched everything, and even had Natasha bring in demos of dresses for me to try on and look at. But, none of them had an appeal to me to wear, and I knew that if I couldn't find my dress then the wedding wouldn't be as perfect as I imagined. And with this I continuously slouched everywhere I went, and wherever I went I had my laptop with me to make sure no dress goes unseen by me.

So at the moment I was in my bathroom sitting in the vanity chair on my laptop once again, until it was closed by my fiancée.

"Baby? Why don't you go out and look at more dresses instead of online? That will give you no hope." She said to me while putting her face in the crook of my neck.

"Because I have and there is none that I like, nor hope to wear, because of the way they look." I stated to her going to pull the laptop lid back up, then to again have it be pulled right back down by her hands.

"Why don't you please just go out, please for me?" And with that I went to a little to an unknown shop called "Rated Fabulous".

"Hello and welcome to Rate Fabulous, how can we assist you today?" A pretty woman asked me.

"I am looking to see if you may have any wedding dresses in stock?"

"And yet we do follow me ma'am."

And that's what I did until we were at the back of the store and saw not one but many beautiful dresses. Natasha was right when she said to go out and look, because the web did not justice for any dress on their sites.

I saw a halter with sleeves, a two in one dress, there were some trumpet dresses that I still do not like as well as mermaids, but there was this ball gown that was filled with ruffles. I love ruffles.

I started pulling some dresses from the rack and the sales attendant did the same and I went to a dress room, but then I looked at the dresses for a minute and realized that they were all white, and I was wearing an emerald dress. So I stuck my head out to the attendant.

"Excuse. I have a question?"

"Yes?"

"You see, my wedding is not traditional. My partner is wearing a black suit and I am wearing an emerald colored dress. Would it be possible if I chose a perfect dress that can be colored to my like of emerald?"

"Yes of course, but it will take some time. Is that okay?"

"More than okay."

I closed the curtains and was smiling so hard that I could have broke my face. Finally a wedding dress I'm going to love.

4 hours later back home

After goofing around and trying on about a million dresses I finally found the perfect one, and I plan to keep it a secret until that day comes with bells.

As I walk through the house into the kitchen I see Natasha at the kitchen table with her father and a lot of paperwork. "Hey baby. What's going on here?" I asked while kissing her cheeks only to have her turn her head towards me with an expressionless face.

"Ba-" I was about to say baby til her father interrupted me and told me to leave the kitchen, yet I just stood there and waited for her to tell or even show me what was wrong with her. And after about 15 minutes of standing there I still have yet to attend to the wishes of my future father-in-law. Then with one swift movement I was backed into the counter only to have Natasha walk out of the house in general. Did she just push me?

"What the hell is going on, because I know for a fact that she would never push me away like that to then walk away."

Now I was angry at this whole situation. "If you had left like I asked you to, maybe I could have fixed the problem, you're the one that made this situation more complicated than it was supposed to be." He says through his seethed teeth, and with this I walk out of the house leaving my bags on the floor, and went looking for Nat.

"Natasha! Natasha! I will not continue to walk around aimlessly searching for a spoilt little bitch that can't release her feelings to others!"

I made sure that I confronted her, because with that she always had to make a point that she was not what I had said. Now as I wait in the middle of the woods behind the house I start to look at my hair thinking I should dye it or cut or even both. Yet, I couldn't think about that any more when Natasha came from my side holding a gun.

"Nat?"