I tried on a few of the dresses at the store but the pickings were slim. While I was trying on the last dress (originally $700.00, but marked down to $200.00- SCORE!) I sort of fell in love. I mean, it wasn't MY dress. You know, the one I wanted and the one that seemed made for me when I had tried it on a year earlier on a whim while shopping with a friend. However, this new dress was flattering to my curvy-ish figure, it was white, and it was simple enough that I could add my own touch of personality to it. (Like deep cherry red ska-kid Mary Janes for my wedding shoes!) My mom had told me on the phone not to buy a dress that night...but there was a girl who was waiting to try it on when I was through.
So I bought it.
In the mean time, all the boys were waiting for all of us girls at their apartment. Impatiently, I might add. So Brandon deserved what came next. I walked in, and said "I bought my dress tonight." I handed him a couple of tuxedo magazines and added "when are we getting married?"
Brandon went immediately pale. When he'd regained his poise, he said "I guess I'd better go talk to your dad, huh?"
(To be continued, of course!)