"Sounds great."
"Bless you, Nora," Shea praises.
Shea helps me pull the dress over my head.
"This isn't bad," I tell Shea before we've even got it zipped up.
"Go look in the mirrors," Shea instructs.
I nod and step up onto the box, looking into the mirrors in front of me.
"It's so close," I tell Shea. It's just not quite right. There's something about it that isn't working for me.
Nora enters the room and stops. "No. That's not the one. Let's try this next."
Shea takes the next dress, her eyes wide and when she looks at me she mouthswow.I grin. I like Nora.
The second and third dresses are just a tad too plain. The fourth a little too beaded for my liking.
"One more," I tell Shea. Who knew trying on wedding dresses could be so exhausting? Though wehavebeen at it for five hours. Insanity.
"I have a good feeling about this one," Nora announces when she walks into the room.
I change dresses and stand up on the box. All I can do is stare. This is the one. It's perfect. White satin, the top portion just as I envisioned it, and the skirt not clingy yet not too poofy.
"This is the one," I announce. "This is the dress I'm going to marry Xander in."
"That sentence should be the weirdest thing you've ever said to me, but it's not. It's the one that has made the most sense since I've known you."
Nora comes in with a tiara with a small veil and a pair of heels that look like they're going to kill me.
The veil is perfect and the shoes are surprisingly comfortable.
"Wow. I thought these would hurt," I admit.
Nora smiles. "I wouldn't do that to you. Do you need any other accessories?"
I shake my head. "I don't want gloves and my soon-to-be-father-in-law said he wanted to give me the jewelry." I look at Shea. "Dr. Mac is gonna be my father-in-law."
Shea laughs. "He pretty much has been for how many years now?"
I nod. Unofficially, he has. But this will be official.
"I'm getting married," I whisper, looking at myself in the mirrors.
"Are you nervous?" Shea asks.
I shake my head. "Not even a little."
"That's how you know it's right," Nora informs us.
I smile and meet her gaze in the mirror. "Thank you, Nora."
"The pleasure is mine. You look stunning. Your fiancé won't know what hit him."
"I like him a little off-kilter," I admit.
Shea laughs. "You've had him tilting a bit to the left since the day you met."
