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and makes my boobs look great, which is the only positive thing about it. It has an A-line skirt and boned sleeveless bodice. It’s relatively plain, with a little diamante detailing along the straight neckline.
    I stand on a carpeted box, and fasten my hair up into a loose bun. Sara stands back as I grimace at my reflection. I’m unsure of the colour now. It looked good on the hanger, but against my pasty skin, it’s more of a medieval peasant in rags look.
    Cate and Mum enter. Mum blows out, covering her mouth. I turn to Cate, she has the same uncertain expression as I.
    “I don’t know Liz. You deserve more if you know what I mean,” Cate says. “It’s not fancy enough for your wedding.”
    Personally, I disagree with the whole fancy idea. I don’t want the full on pumpkin style gown that Cate showed me in the shop. I want something classy; not some in your face meringue.
    “Lizzy, I think you look wonderful,” Mum coos. “But you don’t like it, do you?”
    I’m getting frustrated. Why couldn’t I just like the first dress? Now I’ve got to get out of this thing, and start all over again. I step off the plinth and charge across to the second dress, as Mum and Cate creep back into the shop, noting my annoyance.
    I’ve been through this three times now, and this is the final dress to try on. It’s pissing me off that the hangers look better in the gowns than I do. Each time I’ve gone to the rail, I’ve wanted to open the blue dress bag, and each time, Sara has had to stop me. Whether it’s now planted inside my head, that Adrien wants me to wear what he’s chosen, and nothing else will compare, I don’t know. But this sweetheart neckline fishtail number I have on now, it’s not doing a thing for me.
    Sara takes the dress bag off the rail, hanging it onto a wall hook. She knows I have wasted all my options, and I’m way too curious to go back into the shop and start searching again. We’ve now been here for two hours, and I think I’m starting to irritate everyone, even my mum.
    Sara pulls an envelope from the back of the hanger and hands it to me. I swish across the room in the tight fishtail skirt, and open it eagerly.
     
    Dear Elizabeth
                           If you are reading this, I assume you’re growing impatient because you are unable to find what you are looking for. I know this is unconventional, and right now you’re probably thinking that I am once again, taking control of the situation. But this dress was my mothers, and I thought it could be your something old. I have spoken to the seamstress, and if you see fit, she will alter it to your taste.
    All my love
    Adrien.
    I hold the letter down by my side and stare at the dress bag. Jeez, it’s over a century old. God knows what it’s going to smell like. I don’t want to hurt his feelings here, but my head is telling me to go back into the shop and pick something else. For a start- It’s bad luck for the groom to see the dress before the wedding. And secondly- I don’t want to look like I’m an extra from Downtown Abby.
    I take a breath and slowly unzip the bag. Just as I’m about to open and take a peek, Cate and Mum come through, wondering why I haven’t fashioned the awful fishtail dress I have on.
    “What’s that?” Mum asks.
    “It’s Adrien’s Mother’s dress,” I utter.
    “Err, you’re supposed to pick your own dress,” Cate angers. “Not wear something so he doesn’t have to put his hand in his pocket,” she yaps. “Who the fuck wants to wear their mother in laws wedding dress?”
    She’s speaking her mind, and she only sounds bitchy like this when she’s tipsy. I bet between her and my mum, they’ve polished off that full bottle of free booze.
    “Let her look at it,” Sara snaps.
    “Can you give me a minute? The least I can do is try it on.” I release a shattered sigh.
    “Sure honey,” Mum says, knowing I’m getting stressed about the whole thing. “Cate, come