Those Blue Eyes

Chap. 43: The Wedding Dress

(Picture of Bride, Groom, Groomsmen, & Bridesmaids planned attire *suits and dresses* at Brooke and Evan's wedding above)

So Lucy went and blabbed to ALL our girl friends that I don't have my wedding dress yet. So they all dragged me to 20 different dress shops. All too expensive for my budget. It's funny, they all have different taste and argue what I would really want at my bohemian wedding.
Kayla Sweeney, a friend who went to the same college with Lucy & I and became a nurse, made me try on ball gown type of dresses. Poofy and big and flashy like a Princess. Kayla wore a similar dress at her wedding with lots of diamonds dripping from her ears, neck, and wrist (her husband, Paul Sweeney, is Evan's lawyer). She has hers in a high dollar suite hotel. But I'm not flashy or the expensive type.
Lucy made me try on mermaid style dresses that made my butt poke out and my boobs splashed over the top. A lot like what she plans to wear at her wedding. I cringe at the thought. She plans to get married at Austin's grandmother's old mansion.
Terri wore a lacy mermaid dress at her wedding. No poofy bottom. No real flesh showing. All modest and covered up. From her neck to the floor. She even wore a headband that covered her hair. Stan made her wear the dress because it was his mother's. They got married at their church. But personally, I want to show some skin.
Britt and Odette, a lesbian couple who hasn't quite tied the knot yet, both have WILDLY inappropriate ideas for my appearance AND new location for the wedding. Odette thinks I should just wear a tight bikini on a beach and flip-flops. Yeah, I know 😒. Britt thinks I should wear a VERY short red dress in a Las Vegas chapel since I'm not a virgin. When I asked why red and not white or pink, she stated that white is supposed to represent purity and pink is for second marriages. Renee and I both broke out into a full fledged argument over that statement.
So the only person, out of the entire group, who gave me the best advice, was Renee. She told me that she was getting married in a spaghetti strap, short dress that was semi-poofy. Then she told me that I should wear what I want to wear and what I feel comfortable in.
So I went down to the Bohemian themed shop and looked around with Renee. And then I found my dress. It's not poofy or tight or modst or flashy. It's loose and lacy and backless and elegant. It's so beautiful. And it goes with my wedding theme!
After ditching the crazies, Renee and I go to lunch. She's exhausted from carrying the baby. But she looks so beautiful. She sips of her sweet tea.
"I can't believe you're going to make us wear PASTEL GREEN dresses at your wedding." Renee grumbles, "We're going to look ridiculous!"
"It's my day!" I chuckle, "Plus, the groomsmen have to wear the same color in pants. And their wearing suspenders."
Renee burst out laughing. "Oh my god! Are you serious? Is Evan?"
I sigh. "I'm trying but he thinks a white suit looks good."
Renee snarls at my words. "Maybe for Odette's wedding."
We both burst out laughing. Odette would have Britt in a tiny, red bikini and her in an all white suit. I cringe at the thought. Yuck!
"We're walking barefoot too. All the bridesmaids and I are barefoot." I take a sip of my iced water, "We're having the ceremony in a pretty little meadow near Evan's Uncle's greenhouse in the country side. And then we're going to have the wedding reception at the green house. It's going to last just a few hours."
"Where are you going for your honeymoon? Did Lucy try and get you to go to f***ing Disneyworld too?"
"We haven't decided yet. I want to go where there is a beach, like the Bahamas, but Evan doesn't want to get sunburned. Thanks to his Irish blood pulsing through his veins, he can't tan. He either gets sunburned and freckly, or he gets paler." I sigh, "He wants to go to Scotland or Ireland for our honeymoon. Maybe London."
"Can I come with you?" Renee says dead serious. "I'm serious."
I cringe. "I know you are. But you don't want to be there when Evan and I are pawing at each other every ten minutes."
"You two are the horniest people I've ever met." Renee rolls her eyes at me, "And I thought my ex was bad."
"We could go to South Africa." I suggest, "I've always wanted to go on a jungle/safari adventure."
Renee rolls her eyes, rubbing her pregnant belly. She must be in a lot of pain. She winces a lot.
"So hows my son's gender reveal party coming along?" My curly haired friend grunts, "Lucy accidentally told me what I was having. It really bummed me out."
Shit! See? You never tell Lucy the truth because she always likes to tell everything. That's why I lied.
"Well, we don't quite know what the gender actually is." I shrug, "It's just an estimate."
Renee gives me a look. "You're hiding something from me, aren't you?"
I am. Two things, to be exact. But I can't tell her both of them. It would drive her crazy and probably put her in the hospital. And she'll find out at the baby shower/gender reveal in two weeks.

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"Okay, so heads Hawaii and tails Ireland? Fair enough." Evan has the quarter in his hand.
I sit on the edge of my seat in anticipation. I don't want to be cooped up in a small cottage Inn with sheep or cattle in the back yard. Evan gives me a smooch for good luck. My heart is racing!
Evan flips the coin and smacks it down on the back of his hand. We both stare at each other, as if waiting for a miracle. Then Evan takes his hand off of the coin. My heart calms down from all the excitement. See ya Ireland, Aloha Hawaii!