At The Dress Shop

This was the third shop they had traipsed into that day. Her feet was tired. Her voice was hoarse from repeating her specific preferences to the shop assistants again and again and again. And yet, her heart was singing. Nay, it was bursting to the seams.

She glanced at her mother and sister standing beside her. They were busy dipping their hands into the array of gowns on display. The quest for the perfect gown continues! She enthusiastically plunged her hands alongside them and drew out a size 10 ivory gown with cross-over straps and small train.

"That's so you!" the sales assistant gushed out. "Why don't you give it a try?"

Before she could say yes, she saw a familiar figure through the corner of her eye. It was Greg, one of her oldest chums whom she suspected had a crush on her when their diet consisted mainly of lollipops and chocolate milk.

Instinct told her to just ignore him and hope that he would go away. Courtesy dictated that she at least try to catch his eye and say hi. To flee or not to flee, that was the question.

But before she could decide, Greg had already caught sight of her. He broke into a huge grin and waved at her. She waved cheerily back. Her smile felt plastic. She hoped that would sufficiently appease him and waited for him to disappear from sight. Instead, he walked right into the store.

So there they were. Apart for many years. And now finally standing face to face each other. She looked at the ivory gown nestled in her hands. Then she looked up into his face. She could see the questions burning behind his eyes. She had not intended for him to find out about her impending marriage. Not like this. Not now.

As he opened his mouth, she braced herself for the torrent of questions that was sure to come. Might as well face the music now.

"Hey, you guys own this dress shop ar? Pretty swanky place, eh?" he said and slapped her hard on her shoulder.

Her jaw dropped to the ground. In an instant, she was reminded why things never took off between them.

~ The End ~

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