Perfect Dress

"Are you sure this is all worth it?" Lucky asked as she helped her zip up the sixth dress. All that happened to be picked out by Tonya and Sonya. 

"What do you mean?" Cherokee questioned as she brushed down the invisible wrinkles on the wedding gown. This one in particular was quite tight around the bosom and covered in beads.

"They are clearly racist, and you're just putting up with it," Lucky said as she looked at her best friend through the mirror. "Is this all worth it?"

"Not here, I don't want them to hear," Cherokee whispered as she opened the curtain leading to the showroom. "We'll talk about this later," She plastered a smile on her face as she headed through the last curtain to the two women waiting on the sofa.

"No, I thought I liked it, but turns out I don't," Tonya uttered as she squinted her eyes.

"No, I'm in agreeance, it doesn't suit you. But don't worry, we will find you the right one," Sonya muttered as she lifted her glass to be refilled.

"Hello, all!" Came a voice from the door. "I have gotten several calls. It seems you've been here for a very long time and just can't seem to find the perfect dress. I'm Sarahfran. Where's the bride-to-be?" Her long legs were the first thing that drew your attention. Her bleach-blonde hair bounced with every step she took, she took off her overly rounded sunglasses revealing bright blue eyes.

"This is the bride..." Lucky began but was quickly cut off.

"You can't be Sarahfran. I met her years ago, she started this company thirty years ago. If you were her she would be in her fifties." Tonya scoffed as she continued to sip her champagne.

"You would be correct if you weren't so wrong," Sarahfran announced as she stood in front of the twins. "This company was started by my Aunt Sarah, who named the company after me. Sarahfran, I was named after my aunt and mother, Francine. So, yes, this is my company, has been since birth." She quickly turned on her heels to face the opposite direction. "The bride, ahh yes. What is your name? Why is there a man here?" 

"Oh, me?" Becket inquired as he put his hand on his chest. "I'm Becket Petersen, the groom-to-be."

"Why are you here then? It's bad luck to see the bride in her wedding dress before the wedding." Sarahfran voiced out as she moved closer to Beck who was still sitting on the chair.

"My fiance doesn't believe in that and neither do I," Beck remarked as he started to cross his legs. 

"Hmm..." Sarahfran pivoted around and walked toward Lucky and Cherokee who was still in the tight-fitting gown. "Now the bride,"

"This is the bride, Cherokee Rains," Lucky announced as she pointed to her best friend.

"Oh no, oh no, this is not you. Did you pick this out?" Sarahfran quizzed as she walked completely around Cherokee.

"No, I didn't," Cherokee spoke in a hushed tone.

"Well, go change into the silk robe, and let's get you picking your perfect dress," Sarahfran clapped her hands together as she watched Marcel come back in to pour more champagne for the women.

"No, no, we've been picking out the dresses for her. She doesn't really have a good sense of style. So, we've been helping out." Sonya stated as she waited for her glass to be refilled once again.

"Clearly, if Ms. Rains has been here for well over an hour with the gowns you have picked and she has come up with an empty hand. Then maybe you don't have the style you think you have, now I'm going to take her to pick her own dress," Sarahfran snapped as she motioned for Cherokee and Lucky to head into another room.

"Oh, Cherry look at this one," Lucky holds out an ivory dress with a ton of lace.

"That's nice. I like this one," Cherokee grabbed a gown as she watched Sarahfran hand her another and ushered her into the nearest dressing room.

"Can we talk about it now?" Lucky asked as she unzipped the first gown for Cherokee to step into. "Can this all be worth it?"

"I've given Beck my word. I've already signed," Cherokee mumbled as she got close to Lucky's ear. "It'll only be for eighteen months, then I'll never have to see them again. Besides, it's nothing I'm not used to or you either."

The curtains fly open. "Yes, that looks nice. Let's make our way to the mirror so you can be the judge. We will do it in here, we won't include the ones out there until you're ready for your perfect gown," Sarahfran held Cherokee's arm as they walked back into the smaller showroom. Cherokee stared at herself in the mirror as her eyes darted side to side. "No, clearly this isn't the one. Come, let's go try on another."

"Here, put on the one you chose," Lucky commented as she held up the pearl-colored dress. Cherokee nodded her head, as she slipped off the other dress and stepped into the one she picked out. The gown hugged her every curve as it showcased her breasts that were perfectly put on display. It gracefully flowed out from her hips down to the floor. The lace bodice had small pearls sewn into it that seemed to capture the lighting. That was when she knew it was her perfect dress, this was her first choice and the one that was for her. "Oh, my Cherry, you look wonderful,"

"Yes, I have to agree, this is a wonderful fit for you," Sarahfran remarked as she helped Cherokee into the showroom. "Come," She declared after a few minutes letting Cherokee marvel at her own beauty. "Let's put on the veil and show everyone else in the main showroom."

"Cherry," Becket noted as he stood up from the chair as Cherokee walked in.

"Yes, I suppose that'll do," Sonya vocalized as she turned toward her sleeping sister. "Come, on Tonya she has picked her dress, it's time to go," She shook her twin awake as Marcel and Beck helped them both to the limo outside.