Chapter 4
“That makes your ass look huge.”
“Too simple.”
“Too fancy.”
“Too much bling.”
“It looks like a nightgown.”
“Is that bodice see-through? What kind of person gets married in a see-through dress?”
Rowan puffed out her cheeks, stepped off the dais, and headed back to the dressing room. Debra, the poor stylist, trailed along behind her holding the heavy train.
“I’m so sorry,” she said as soon as Debra closed the door.
She waved her hand. “Don’t worry about it. They’re not the worst family I’ve ever dealt with, by any stretch of the imagination.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
Rowan turned her back so Debra could unlace the back of the corseted dress. The one her sister had picked out because “It’s just like the one I saw on that T.V. show by that one designer.”
A dress Rowan would never have picked out herself. It did superb things for her waist, but the bodice was see-through from the base of the bust to the drop waist of the skirt. If she was planning on getting married in Vegas…maybe, but they were getting married in the church Michael’s parents had attended for the better part of twenty years, so showing up with a see-through bodice was not going to win over the extended side of his family
“I once had a bridesmaid rip the entire front of a dress off the bride because it was the dress she’d shown the bride and told her it was the one she wanted for her wedding.”
“Okay, that’s kind of bad.” She stepped out of the skirt and stood to the side.
“Which one do you want to try next? The lace trumpet?”
“No offense to the dress, but I don’t see me wearing a trumpet style.”
“How about the ruched-waist A-line?”
It was another dress her sister had picked out. It screamed over-the-top wedding. Something Adalynn had wanted for both her weddings and didn’t get. Rowan must not have done a very good job of hiding her grimace because Debra let the dress fall back on the rack.
A quick knock came from the door and Debra opened it a crack, peeking her head through to see who it was. Claudia slipped in, holding a dress over her shoulder.
“A few things. First: why are you trying on all the dresses your mom and Adalynn picked out when you know you aren’t going to like them? Hell, they don’t even like them and they picked them out.”
“Because sometimes it’s easier to go along and placate them than it is to argue with them. Debra and I talked about this during the initial consultation and she picked out some dresses that are more my taste and style. I’m just getting the worst of them out of the way first.”
She looked at Debra. “Not to say the dresses are bad, but they are very much my sister’s style—not mine.” She looked back at Claudia. “Is that another dress they picked out?”
“I’ll get to that. Second, Michael is awesome. He sent over a bottle of champagne. I managed to grab the card before your mom and sister read it.”
Rowan took the small white envelope and broke the seal, pulling out the handwritten note. She smiled, then read the card out loud.
“Enjoy your day. Can’t wait to see the dress you pick. Hopefully your mom and sister are more bearable after a bottle of champagne.” He really was the sweetest.
“I don’t think you’re getting any of that champagne,” Claudia said. “I’m pretty sure it’s going to be gone before you get out there again.”
Rowan slipped the card back in the envelope and stuck it in the pocket of her purse. “Pretty sure he didn’t send it for me since he knows I don’t like champagne. I commented one time that they were hilarious when they drank.”
“Aww. That’s even sweeter,” Claudia said.
“What’s with the dress?” Rowan asked.
