After a brutal past between Emma and Regina, will they ever find a common ground again? Learn to forgive. Learn to forget. Learn to love again. But is all that simple?
Emma is far from home for a long time, until suddenly her presence is known, tens...
Today is the day I shop for my dress, and with me are my mother, my sister and my precious little Henry.
Never did I think the boy I left on my best friends door would be helping me choose a dress today for me and my best friend to marry. Today is a blessing.
It wasn't very difficult for me to wonder into a dress shop and choose one dress between a dozen. My mother was so adamant that I should wear a big dress to catch everyone's attention for the occasion.
What my mother had in mind, wasn't what I had, so that caused yet another argument about this wedding.
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"Mother I wish to be comfortable on my wedding day, I want to be able to sit down and stand up with ease, I want to be able to hold my wife close and not at a arms distance because of this damn dress. I don't want anything... big..." I huff, crossing my arms with a tantrum.
"Go big or go home" she says softly. "Regina you are the queen, you need to look the part, this dress is perfect"
"It's hideous" Zelena states without any hesitation, making my mother more frustrated.
"I can't move in it, how on earth am I expected to have my dance with Emma?" I sigh. "And don't get me started on me being unable to breathe. This dress is a no" I say with conviction this time, letting out my final breath I have left in me.
"Let's try something else" Henry grins, instantly I grab the one dress I loved as soon as I walked through the door and head back to the changing room.
I close the curtain and allow the helpful woman to help me out of this damn dress, she untied the back and finally after all this time, I can breathe. Being around the bridal woman is fine, I'm confident enough to step out of my dress and linger in my pants and bra, despite my new mom body of two twins, I'm actually confident in myself, just the smallest little bump to disappear and I will be back to my normal sexy size. Some would call me lucky.
"questo è un vestito nuovo, molto alla moda e con un buon budget" the woman purrs so effortlessly off her tongue in Italian. Of course my mother knows her and got some good deals on these dresses, so I'm thankful for her help. (this is a new dress, very fashionable and well within your budget)
"grazie, penso che a mia madre piacerà davvero" I smile back at her through the mirror as she cups my cheek and places a kiss to my temple. That's another thing about female Italians, they're very quite affectionate. (Thank you, I actually think mother will like this one)
As she lets her hands slip from my cheeks she grabs a blind fold, covering my eyes and tying it from the back. She has a little go at very little English... "I think this is de dress for you Madam, so I want it to be a surprise for you and ze family"
She hooks her arm around me and leads me out the changing room, she directs me to my mother and I head gasps all around.
"Oh my.." Zelena stutters but I'm unsure if it's a good Oh my or a bad Oh my.
I tremble nervously, my knees buckle and my breathing hitches. I need to see this dress. The kind old lady asks me to step up onto the stool where she can adjust my train behind me, she brushes the fabric on my hips and pinched loose material around my hips, clipping it to hug my figure tightly.
"Ready Madam?" She whispers in my ear and brushes my hair to one side of my face. I gulp loudly but soon follow my nervous action with a confident nod.
She soon drops the blindfold and stands proudly behind me, her hands clasped in front of her as she awaits my reaction. My eyes scan to the mirror and immediately like a struck of lightening, my eyes water and so does my family behind.
The dress is stunning. From the woolly material hugging my shoulders yet leaving an open cleavage and back. The patterned wool surrounds my breasts and arms in a long sleeve design but leaving a mesh see through midsection with flowers embedded at the elbow and waist. The skirt of the dress is similar to the upper half but leaves a long trail. The sweet old lady quickly fumbles to tie my hair in a bun and apply a long vail, longer than my dress itself but at the very end of the fragile material is diamonds, pure diamonds.
I turn to my mother with my tear blotched face and grin through my cries. "What do you think mother?"
"I think... I think Emma is lucky" she wipes her tears and stands to her feet, cupping my cheeks and kissing my temple. "I am so proud of you my deer daughter and I think you look incredible. Your father would be proud"
"Talking of daddy..." I stutter, taking my mothers hands and dropping them from my face before walking past her and towards my darling son. "I don't have my father to walk me down the isle" I look back to my mother who is nodding and automatically senses my next option. I thought she would be annoyed for me not to ask her this honour, yet it was her that caused me not to have the chance of my father walking me down the isle. So... "Henry Daniel Swan-Mills, will you walk me down the isle?"
He purses his lips and stands to his feet, he acts shortly as though he is contemplating his choices before giving into his smile with a chuckle and brushing his arms around my waist. "I'd be honoured mama"
