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It was just before Thanksgiving when I found out the news.
Nov. 20, 2016
Then, there was a knock on my door and before I could say anything my door opened and my parents walked i...
"Okay," Kelsey said opening the door walking in with two dresses and an assistant who is also carrying two dresses. They put them on the rack next to the mirror her assistant walked out and closed the door behind herself. "Where would you like to start?" She asked me.
The one that looked like a unicorn threw up on it is Olive's pick. The one with the long sleeves and nearly a turtleneck was my mother, and the tight fitting on was Blake and Jennifer.
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Olive's Pick
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Blake and Jennifer's Pick
"Mama's?" She winked at me. "Come on let's get this one out of the way and make sure she knows you don't like it. Unless you do like it then we're good."
I sat my phone down on the table and walked over to her with my robe still on. This robe is actually super comfortable, I wonder if I can keep it.
"If your family ran away from community, why did you go into wedding dress work? I mean this is like right up their alley." I wondered out loud as she took down my mom's pick, she unzipped it walked over to me. She lowered the dress so I can step into it. She raised up the skirt and I took the robe off. I pulled the sleeve on and I could tell immediately that I was not going to enjoy this. The sleeves were itchy and the neck looked like it was made from the same material so that wasn't going to work for me.
