"I know, right?! I feel amazing in this!" She twirled around, knocking over a few chairs in the process with the billowing bulk of her skirt. "I feel like a twenty-year-old fairy princess! Your father's going to love this!!" and she gave herself an exaggerated wink in the mirror, with a little shoulder shake.
Oh boy. Personally, I didn't think that anyone should feel like a twenty-year-old fairy princess, particularly my mother. And thinking about my father's reaction made me all squirmy inside. Sometimes I wished they would just act their age!
Camille emerged from the dressing room, inspecting her client for fit. "What do you think, Gwen Ann?" Clearly she wasn't going to issue her own opinion on the matter, but was waiting to go with whatever my mother said.
"I am in love with the skirt," my mother gushed. "It's so poofy and flouncy! I am just concerned about the details on the bodice. I don't think there's enough bling. I need a POW factor when I walk down that aisle!"
I groaned as I looked at the bodice, already encrusted in tiny sparkles and sequins. How much more POW could a dress contain?
A lot more, I was about to find out.
"I think I have just the dress for you," Camille said, steering Gwen Ann back into the dressing room. "Don't you worry, Honey. We'll have you decked out enough to shine from the other side of the planet!"
Check back tomorrow to find out what dress Alice's mother buys!