So, That's Your Dad? (Freddie Mercury)

Chapter Fifty Four: The Dress

       Joe hands me a mirror which means that he is finished with cutting my hair. I look at myself in the mirror and I already feel like my old self. I find myself visually appealing once again. I stare at myself for a little bit longer to see the pupils of my dark brown eyes dilated. I put the mirror back down on my lap and glance over at Joe. "You like it?" He asked me. "I love it." I answered him. He takes the cape off of my body and I stand up.

       I run my fingers through the hair that was once at my collarbones and now to the middle of my neck. I smile at him and his smirks with an eyebrow raised. He knows that there is something up with me. I have something else planned today besides him just cutting my hair. Yesterday, my fiance and I had a conversation about when we should get married. Him and I are both not the most patient people on this earth. We would love to get married as soon as possible. But I want to respect my father for once, and he wants me to wait until I am at least eighteen.

       Though it is only almost one month away, Rami and I decided the date would be on February 4th, 1990. My birthday. Is it too soon? Maybe. But am I willing to wait? No. "You woke me up for a reason, and not just to cut your hair. What happened?" Joe asks me. "Well, Rami and I plan on getting married soon." I inform him. "When?" He asks. "A month from now." I answer him. His eyes go wide and I was expecting this. I knew that this wouldn't go well with him. It's weird how it went better with my dad than it's going to go with my best friend.

       "That's too soon." Joe commented. "I don't think so. I know that I'm ready. I have a house that I will now be paying the bills for, I have a job that has a really good income, and I finally have a stable relationship with my father after all these years." I explain. "I know, but is he ready?" Joe asked. I nod. "He's the one who suggested that we get married on my birthday." I tell him. "I see." He replied and I can tell that he is judging me.

       "So today I want to go wedding dress shopping." I tell him. "Nope. It's too soon." He responds to me. "But the wedding is in one month." I repeat. "I know. But I'm speaking on general terms, y'all are too little." Joe criticizes me. "Joe, I don't care. You don't have to come with me. I need your opinion the most, you have really great taste when it comes to fashion." I compliment him. This causes him to smile. This is working and I can tell. "Ugh, fine, I'll go." He told me as he grabbed his coat.

       We walked outside and I got into the driver's side of the car. Joe sat next to me in the passenger side and I started to drive away. "Do you know what style of dress that you want?" He asked me. I hesitate for a moment. This isn't that much to think about. But I know that he will be judging me. This is what I signed up for when I asked him to come with me. "I'm not exactly sure. All I know is that I don't want to wear anything big. I want something simple." I answer him. "That's understandable." He answered.

       I pull over into my father's driveway. It is pretty early and my father could still be asleep. I hit the horn on the steering wheel. I keep hitting it and I know that it is soon going to be obnoxious. Jim walks out wearing casual clothes. "What the hell, Tiffany?!" He spoke up. I knew that he wasn't yelling at me. But only raises his voice because we are a far distance from one another. "Hey Jim! Where's dad?!" I question. "He's not here. He's at the studio right now. What do you need?" He asked me. I pause for a moment. At the last minute, I come to the realization that this would be easier with Jim rather than my own father.

       "Get in, we're going shopping." I say. He shrugs and then opens the door that leads to the backseat of my car. He takes a seat and from there I step on the gas. "Honey, where are we going?" He questions me. I want to give him an answer, but Joe immediately cuts me off. "We're going to pick out Tiffany's wedding dress because she's indecisive and doesn't know how to dress well for an occasion." Joe explained. "Yeah, that's accurate." I reply with a smile on my face. "Oh, well, I'd be really happy to help. Although I think that it would be much better if your father was here with us." Jim comments.