"I look ridiculous." I murmur as I look in the dressing room mirror, Eliza standing behind me.
We'd been trying on dresses for a couple of hours, and I just can't seem to find one that suits me.
"You look beautiful. I feel like you're overthinking." Eliza tries to reassure me, but as I stare at myself in this pink gown, I felt so out of my element.
"I look like I'm trying to blend in at a junior high prom." I scuffle under my breath as I adjust the part of the dress that was squeezing tightly against my boobs.
"Oh stop." She chuckles before peeking her head out of the curtain, waving down one of the women that worked here to help.
The same short, dark haired woman that had been helping Eliza and I dress shop for the past hours entered the dressing room.
"This one really isn't working either." I say to her as she examines me in the mirror.
She stands behind me, her chin resting in her palm as she ponders in thought.
"You have fair skin and you hair is a beautiful soft blonde..." she says. "I'd like to try a dress on you. It could be a hit or miss, but something tells me you'll like it more than these other colors." she explains before rushing out of the dressing room to retrieve this other dress she spoke of.
"This is hopeless." I shake my head with despair as Eliza undoes the corset for this ridiculous pink gown.
"Just trust her. She is a professional, you know?" Eliza says while helping me out of the dress.
A couple of minutes later, the woman returns with a dress that had to be carried by her and another worker on the hanger. My eyes widen when I see it.
It was a very elegant champagne colored gown. Strapless and extremely detailed. It caused my jaw to drop.
I look over at Eliza who was in the same state of shock as me, absolutely in awe of this gown.
"Let's get you into this and we'll see how it looks." the woman says. Eliza gives me a thumbs up as a 'good luck' gesture as she exits the dressing room and waits on the other side.
These two female employees assist me in getting into the dress, lifting the material up my body and tightening the corset in the back.
The moment it was fully on my body, I didn't even recognize myself.
It was too exquisite for my mind to even comprehend. I had never come across an article of clothing as divine as this. Not even my wedding dress met these standards."God..." I mumble under my breath as I run my hands along the material on my body.
"It compliments your waist nicely." one of the ladies speaks.
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trepidation | h.s
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] "The only thing I've ever been scared of, Lydia, is losing you." - Lydia and Harry have finally began that 'next chapter' that they've been longing for, working on the realities of parenthood and dealing with loss day by day. But it ma...