Maybe it's the words you left unsaid. Maybe it's the stardust in my head. Oh, I just wanna tell you, that my heart is busting at the seams. I can't wait another minute. Life is short, love is sweet. Ain't not time like this time, baby.
"Ally. Don't listen to her. You're perfect for Brent. She's a fucking idiot."
Taylor came back into the room and comforted me while my consultant went to look for dresses. Taylor was right. She had no right telling me it was too soon for me and Brent to get married. I want to marry him, and goddamnit, I will.
"Okay, here's the first one."
She pulled out an ivory colored one, it had no fluff on the bottom, with a violet wrap underneath my chest. I didn't like it already.
"ALRIGHT! ALLY'S HALF NAKED!"
I turned around and stared at my laptop, Sharpie is now sitting beside my brother. They're skyping with me while I tried my dresses on, and Taylor had my Dad on her laptop.
"OH, great, he's here." I sighed throwing my tank top over my laptop so they couldn't see me. I heard Patrick whine as I got my dress tied up. I hated it.
"No, it's not what I wanted."
I got out of the dress and put on another one, it was strapless, silk, champagne coloured with gems on the corset. Now we're talking.
"That's gorgeous." Taylor whispered.
"Well, Daddy, what do you think?"
"DOESN'T ANYONE CARE WHAT I THINK?" Patrick yelled.
"Well, what do you think?"
"I hate it."
"I love it though." Duncan casually commented.
"Thank you! Okay this could be a yes."
I looked at the other ones she had. One was too poofy. One was too tight. One was cleavage central, which of course, Patrick loved. Another one felt like I was wearing a fucking bed comforter. I was getting annoyed. I was on dress 10, and I cursed to the sky. This was taking longer than I wanted.
"God, this boring. I can't believe you all have to go through this. With us, we just pick the cheapest tux, and if it looks good, we take it." Patrick said.
"It's different for a girl though." I sighed as I sat in a silk bathrobe while the consultant went looking for more dresses.
"You'll find one, Ally. Just calm down." Patrick calmly replied. I stared at my laptop screen and into his green eyes. I hope he was right.
"Okay, so I did find one, but it's a little over your $7,000 budget"
"WHAT? I CAN'T BUY IT! I won't let Brent spend that much on me. He said $7,000."
"Try it on, Ally. It's gorgeous!" Taylor exclaimed.
I crawled into the dress and closed my eyes as they tied it up for me. As I flickered my eyes open, I felt tears in my eyes. It was exactly what I wanted.
"Oh my gosh, Alyssa. You look beautiful." My dad gasped as the consultant tucked a veil into my ponytail.
"Yeah, Ally, you look incredible." Patrick said.
"GOD MY SISTER IS GROWING UP AND I HATE IT!" Duncan whined as I laughed.
"I can't get it. It's too much."
"No, it's not." Patrick quickly said.
"I'll put something towards it."
"Patrick, I can't let you ..."
"Shut up, I'm paying for $3,000 of it."
"I'll put $3,000 towards it too." Duncan added.
"I'll put $2,500 towards it. It's for your wedding after all." My dad said.
"Wow, you guys. Thank you." I replied as I started to cry.
"It's gorgeous." Taylor said as her own tears filled her eyes.
"So this is it?" The consultant said.
"Yes it is! I mean, you only get married once."
"That's not true!"
"SHARPIE! SHUT THE HELL UP!"
Here's the dress!