Of Wedding Cakes and Dresses

Chapter 13

Taken from a chapter of The Park Sisters’ Wedding Guide: How Not To Go Crazy Over Your Big Day

Chapter 13: Choosing the Bridesmaids Dresses

Absolutely NO BUTT-BOWS!! ~SunRi

Amen! ~SoRi, JooLi, HyeBin and Ae Young

Pick something that flatters your bridesmaids’ figures. ~JooLi

Or if one design doesn’t work, then pick two or three styles, all in the same color; it’ll work. ~SoRi

The design should also mesh with your overall wedding theme; you don’t want casually dressed bridesmaids walking down an elegant and classy aisle, right? ~HyeBin

And, remember: Your bridesmaids are your dearest friends and not people to torture and punish for past transgressions…don’t look at me like that; it has to be said! ~SunRi

Misa would never do that! ~JooLi

Wanna bet? She has five brothers! ~SunRi

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Misa perused through the racks of dresses that currently cluttered RyRy’s office, frowning at some, raising an eyebrow at others. “Where did RyRy say he got these dresses from?” she asked Miyung, who was standing nearby. The young assistant stood poised and ready with her PDA clutched in one hand, ready for any note-taking.

“From designers all over the city,” the other woman replied, smiling at her. “Too much?”

Misa shrugged. “They’re very…interesting,” she commented, staring skeptically at an electric blue dress that seemed to be made completely out of tulle. She pushed the dress aside and moved onto the next garment. “Definitely not!” she murmured, her eyes wide with horror at the shiny creation.

Miyung laughed, her dark eyes twinkling behind her glasses. “I was praying you’d say no to that one!” she joked, pretending to shudder.

“I don’t know how you can work for RyRy and not go insane!” Misa teased her, gesturing to the racks.

“His antics more than make up for the hum drum of normalcy, believe me,” she shot back, grinning.

“Where is RyRy, by the way?” Misa asked, curiously. Upon their arrival (Misa’s mother and Mrs. Cho were also among the mass of dresses somewhere), Miyung had been right there to greet them, ushering the trio into the jungle of clothes.

“Tormenting some vendor,” Miyung answered, though her voice was filled with fondness. “Your wedding has him running around like a chicken without its head,” she added, teasingly.

Misa shook her head. “He really has no need to,” se said. “I mean, at this point, we’re still three months away from the wedding; we’re not due for a RyRy tantrum for several weeks.” She grinned.

“Well, you are his empress,” Miyung deadpanned.

“How could I forget?” Misa said, sarcastically, and they both laughed.

“Misa, darling!” called a voice from the opposite side of the room. “Come and take a look at this one!”

The bride-to-be rose on her tiptoes, trying to peer over the tall racks. “Okasaan?” she called back. “Where are you?”

“Here!” came her mother’s voice, and an arm suddenly jutted into the air from behind one of the racks near the window, then disappeared again.