First Love

Chpt. 75

|A L Y S S A|

"I think this one might be the perfect match for you", my mother said as she ran her hand up and down the tulle fabric of the Vera Wang gown. "It's a mermaid design, and out of all the other dresses, it brings out your curves the most."

"It also perfectly matches her complexion. The champagne tone really fits her and brings out a more radiant and elegant side", replied Yelena, the bridal consultant of the shop.

"The only thing I don't like is the color" my mother said as she studied the dress carefully, "Beautiful color but we need a dress that's a bit whiter—-you know—-like ivory or something like that. Alyssa is a virgin, so wearing white is traditional in her case."

Yelena nodded her head. "I completely understand if the traditional look is what she wants. I have more options but unfortunately that particular dress only comes in that one color."

"Well sweety," my mother said to me, "what do you think? What's your favorite choice?"

I took a sip of my glass of wine as I looked down at the several different dress options Yelena laid out for me on the table. There were so many dresses...and I honestly didn't care for either of them.

My mother giggled as her eyes looked over all the dresses. "Isn't it just crazy how the best one is the only one that isn't white?" She took a deep breath, "we'll find something though. I'm sure of it."

"Ofcourse...the dress is one of the most important parts of a wedding. And they say a dress a bride is unhappy with brings bad luck to the marriage."

"We wouldn't want that", said my mother, "but there's nothing to worry about. Those two have chemistry like no other. I don't even think they know how to live without eachother."

I rolled my eyes as my mother and Yelena giggled at the statement. "I know the feeling", said Yelena, "me and my husband been together for 12 years now."

Junior came back from the restroom and met back up with us. "What did I miss?" He asked as he applied some lipgloss to his lips.

"Nothing much", my mother answered, "we still are lookin at the same dress, but it may not be an option since it's not white."

"Alyssa, what do you think about the dress. I mean, shit, you are the one that's getting married", he said, throwing jabs at my mother.

I shrugged. "It's not my cup of tea."

He cleared his throat and threw his lipgloss in his Prada bag. "Alyssa, let me talk to you over there for a moment", he pointed his head to the other side of the room.

I sighed, not in the mood to get up from where I was seating. "Not now Ju-"

"Bitch I wasn't asking you I was telling you, now bring your ass on", he snapped, grabbing my hand and leading me to a more private side of the shop. "I swear, you and yo cousin two hard headed ass heifas."

He let go of my hand and put both of his hands on his hips, staring at me. "Girl what is the matter with you? Why are you even doing this? Me and you both know -"

I put my hand up to stop him, already knowing where he was going with this. "I think I know what's best for me okay, I don't need some ridiculous lecture."

He laughed. "How? When you not even doing it for yourself."

"I am", I shot back. "I want to marry him, I'm just a little picky because I want my special day to be perfect."

He chuckled. "Alyssa, gimme a damn break! You hate every single dress you tried on and you keep trying to push the wedding date back. Just say it, you don't want to marry Dom."