Chapter Twenty Five

Kevin, in a not-so-subtle attempt to help me relax, has organized a dress fitting appointment for me. He's done well too, there's not a single price tag in the store, I'm guessing he knows I'll choose the cheapest. I chuckle and roll my eyes, before I sigh. This has all got an agenda. He's going to such great lengths because today is Friday. Today is the day that they deliver the first lot of bad news to Uncle Will and I'm peaking out as is.

But for the sake of shallow encouragement, I stick my head in the sand and follow through with the days plan. I've never intricately imagined what my wedding would be like, but I most certainly didn't expect to have a dress be designed from scratch specifically for me.

"Okay, my girl!", The bubbly designer chants, clapping her hands, "Let's see what we're working with."

The designer, upon seeing my shape, starts to rough out some designs she believes will work well with me. With the first glance, they show to be average wedding dresses. Every desi