My Sister's Mister (On indefinite hold)

2nd September, Sunday

2nd September, Sunday                                  

Xen's Bridal dress place in town, 1:00 pm

So, this qualifies as the worst idea ever:

Dress shopping.

I mean, ok. I’m a teenaged girl, and I agree, I shopping is OK-

But this is pure hell.

Chris and I drive up to this place called “Xenia’s Boutique” which belongs to Chris’s best friend Xen, and she tells me Ian and Noah will be joining us later, once they’re done at the Raymond’s store.

Cool, right?

Not.

She then decides it would make sense if I wore the three dresses picked out and personalized for me by Xen and herself, since it was just one dress that mattered in the end and it needed to be finalized today.

I asked her why she didn’t go first, and she went all “Oh, my dress is already ready.”

That didn’t even make any sense!

I'd never seen her try a dress even ONCE.

All I saw was her skipping out on dinner and hitting the gym for longer than usual. 

I couldn’t even argue with her, because she whipped out her cell phone, and began texting- which is something I should have been doing, since I’m the teenager, and supposedly full of angst and hate the world, or whatever.

Xen is her Maid of Honour, and obviously already has her dress ready, so arguing there would be pointless.

Since I didn’t want to further ruin my mood, I just sighed this super long, long sigh, and stepped into the dressing lounge.

The first dress was this literal yellow bag, which made me look as if I were floating in it.

It was tight on my chest and loose on my waist, and I couldn’t breathe.

Xen looked at me in an apprehensive way, sighed and called Chris, who screamed the second she saw me.

I was ordered to never wear anything like it, Again.

The second dress was an icy blue number. It was strapless and fell a little above my knees and was sort of a stiff material. It was scrunched up at my boobs, and perfectly fitted.

There even was a thin silver shrug for the whole 'morality-at-church' thing.

There were silver sequins on the boob area that slowly faded out once it reached my waist, and all in all, I felt fabulous, and at the same time, looked like a disco ball.

At least, the top half of me did.

Xen bought out a pair of brand new strappy blue shoes, and told me to try them on, and so I did.

Immediately, they told me I looked beautiful- which was such an older sister word- and that I’d be the perfect bridesmaid, and they began planning my hair, makeup and bouquet but came to a screeching halt.

Ok, I’m exaggerating. But they did abruptly stop, on account of Chris realizing that there was still one more dress to check out.

One look at it, and we knew, the one I had on was the clear winner.

I mean, in comparison to the Icicle dress, the maroon one made me look like a plum cake.

And not the appealing sort.

So, it’s final.

For my sister’s wedding, I’ll look like the result of an icicle and disco ball after a one night stand.