Gwen Ann and Alice walked side by side into the bridal shop. “It will be fun,” Gwen Ann promised her daughter. “This is what mothers and daughters do, they shop for wedding dresses together.”
Alice felt like rolling her eyes but she relented. She might as well get it over with.
Inside the store, Gwen Ann ran her hands along the fabric of every dress she came across. Alice would rather walk directly to the section of the store where the dresses they were looking for were found, or better yet, ask someone for help. She wanted to speed this along. Gwen Ann was not to be rushed though. She eyed and fingered dresses much too shiny and much too embellished (hopefully those are too embellished was Alice’s silent plea).
“Can I help you?” asked a store clerk. She was wearing a tight burgundy pantsuit, stiletto heels and an ingenuous smile.
“Wedding dress shopping!” Gwen Ann crowed.
“Wonderful,” said the clerk, “When is the happy occasion?”
“June 12,” said Gwen Ann in a sing song voice. “June is the month for weddings!”
“Perfect,” said the clerk.
“Yes, perfect,” Gwen Ann agreed.
“Perfect,” said Alice, under her breath, falling in line behind the other two.
The clerk eyed Alice, “I’m guessing a size 12-14?”
“Heaven’s no!” Gwen Ann gaped, “Size 4!”
The clerk raised her perfectly arched eyebrows and stared at Alice.
“It’s not for me,” Alice said bitterly.
Gwen Ann’s laughter rolled out of her, sounding to Alice like fingernails on a chalkboard.
“I’m the bride,” Gwen Ann said, “Not my daughter!” She collapsed against the store clerk, helplessly laughing.
Don't forget to come back tomorrow for the next installment in the story!
Alice felt like rolling her eyes but she relented. She might as well get it over with.
Inside the store, Gwen Ann ran her hands along the fabric of every dress she came across. Alice would rather walk directly to the section of the store where the dresses they were looking for were found, or better yet, ask someone for help. She wanted to speed this along. Gwen Ann was not to be rushed though. She eyed and fingered dresses much too shiny and much too embellished (hopefully those are too embellished was Alice’s silent plea).
“Can I help you?” asked a store clerk. She was wearing a tight burgundy pantsuit, stiletto heels and an ingenuous smile.
“Wedding dress shopping!” Gwen Ann crowed.
“Wonderful,” said the clerk, “When is the happy occasion?”
“June 12,” said Gwen Ann in a sing song voice. “June is the month for weddings!”
“Perfect,” said the clerk.
“Yes, perfect,” Gwen Ann agreed.
“Perfect,” said Alice, under her breath, falling in line behind the other two.
The clerk eyed Alice, “I’m guessing a size 12-14?”
“Heaven’s no!” Gwen Ann gaped, “Size 4!”
The clerk raised her perfectly arched eyebrows and stared at Alice.
“It’s not for me,” Alice said bitterly.
Gwen Ann’s laughter rolled out of her, sounding to Alice like fingernails on a chalkboard.
“I’m the bride,” Gwen Ann said, “Not my daughter!” She collapsed against the store clerk, helplessly laughing.
Don't forget to come back tomorrow for the next installment in the story!
