SECOND BOOK IN THE ACCIDENT
Jail, a path Becky never thought she'd be walking down. Guilt, fear and even something most people consider to be a blessing...pregnancy. Becky is all alone and just doesn't know what to do, Colby blames her for her actio...
*1 month later* Becky Today I'm finally going dress shopping with Ashley ,my mum and Ashleys mum. I've been waiting for this for a whole month now! Me and Colby are getting married next week alongside Ashley and Joe, we all thought it be best to wait until the latest opportunity to buy our dresses, seeing as I have an ever growing baby inside of me. I'm 16 weeks pregnant so I do have a little bump. I've been nonstop planning for this wedding ever since I got out of the hospital, I still can't believe that everything happened in my head. The thought still scares me and it's been a month. I honestly cannot wait to finally be Mrs Lopez! One of the most difficult decisions for our wedding was probably choosing the tablecloth colour, I'm not even kidding. Both me and Ashley are wearing white dresses and bridesmaids are wearing a light sorta baby pink colour. The men are wearing black suits with light blue flowers on there chest. We have a massive guest list, but it is expected as we are having a double wedding.
The dress shop is filled with the types of dresses you see in fairytales. I'm instantly drawn to this beautiful dress.
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I like everything about it and I know I have to try it on, I quickly pulled aside the dress lady and we went to try it on. I took off my baggy jumper and I saw her face drop.
"Didn't know you were pregnant?"
"Yeah 16 weeks along."
I placed my hand on my bump, I am still so scared that something will go wrong but I have Colby at my side so if I need any help I've got it. It helps a lot having people who care about you surrounding you. I looked up at the dress lady and she was looking at me with disgust.
"Is there a problem?"
"Are you sure the dress is going to fit your bump?"
"Um yeah, I'm getting married next week."
"My dresses are high end for only the skinniest of ladies."
This time I looked at her in disgust.
"Excuse me?"
"I just don't want to serve someone like you."
I could feel my anger boiling up inside of me, I know I'm gonna punch this bitch if she continues.
"Can we just get on with the dress fitting?"
"Did not hear me? I'm not serving you, your fat and ugly why would I ever serve you!"
I felt myself on the edge of exploding, I grabbed the dress, chucked my jumper back on, marched out of the fitting room, threw the dress on the floor and grabbed Ashley and walked out.
