NadechYaya: Racing in the Rain

Chapter 12

They say fitting a wedding dress is one of a woman's greatest memories. I guess it is. And I have no idea if this one is good or bad. But I'm pretty sure I won't forget it. I mean, I'm fitting my wedding dress for a wedding I'm consciously ending after a year. This is definitely one for the books.

I'm seriously considering ditching the children's storybook and write a book about my life instead. How to Get Married and Divorced in a Snap of a Finger. I can already see the best selling author plaque in neon lights.

I let out a scoff, shaking my head.

"Are you alright?" The store assistant asks me as she helps me with my dress. I only smile, shaking my head and give out a smile.

"It's nothing. Just had a thought." She chuckles.

"Don't worry. It's normal to have little wedding jitters. I mean, you're marrying the person you're going to spend your entire life with." She was too jolly for my liking, but I just smile at her. It's not exactly what you think, lady, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt.

If she only knew what this whole deal is about she wouldn't be helping me put this tight dress on.

"Well, aren't you the most beautiful bride I've ever seen." She gushes over me, placing her hands over her mouth. I suddenly feel shy, pursing out a smile as I run my hand over my arm. She fixes the dress some more and then helps me turn around to see myself in the mirror.

I was completely stunned when I saw my reflection. The dress fit me in all the right places, accentuated my curves, and flattering my features. When Nadech said he had a dress custom made for me, I didn't exactly expect a dress that seemed like it was molded with my body. And not to mention, he aced to nail the style.

It's a Vera Wang white slim fit dress. A lace illusion off-shoulder wedding gown with long lace transparent sleeves with embroidered flower accents. Its fairly low neckline shows enough skin for a sexy feel, but not too much to be vulgar. The low back contrasts the long train that sweeps across the floor.

I couldn't help but stare at myself. I looked like a bride. A real bride. Suddenly everything feels so real. My heart gradually quickens, warmth enveloping it the longer I look at myself. I let out a sigh, running my hand over the dress.

When I get out, Margie's eyes grow wide. She stands up and looks at me with so much awe as she covers her mouth with her hands. I smile at her as I walk towards the small platform in front of a huge mirror. It just makes everything look in a greater context.

"You look stunning!" Margie gushes as she looks at me with an irrevocable smile.

I force a smile out, looking at myself in the mirror once again. My stare lingers at the reality. I'm really getting married.

"You're a beautiful bride," Margie says, tilting her head as she looked at me.

I turn around to face her. I let out a smile, biting the insides of my neck.

"I'm getting married." My voice cracks. She purses her lips and quickly walks over to me. She holds my hands with a warm smile on her face. I try to hold everything in, but at this point, I just couldn't. I let out a soft sob as my tears stream down my tears.

"I wish my mom was here to see me, Gie." I let out another series of sobs as Margie engulfs me in a hug. She runs her hand over my back, trying to comfort me as she soothes me.

I was getting married, though not exactly for real, still, I was getting married. May it be the first time, or who knows if I decide to get married again after the fall of this one. But the only thing I wish, for now, was to have my mom in this entire process. To have her here as I fit my dress, as I pick flowers, as I try to prepare myself to enter another chapter of my life.