“The next time The Hysterics are in town or even close, promise we will go?” Mags started singing along to Gone In A Flash.
“Promise.” I held out my pinky for her to take right as I pulled into a parking spot in front of Minerva’s Bridal Shop. “Ready?”
Mags bounced again in her seat. “Ahhhh! This is happening.”
We walked in and were greeted by a gorgeous middle-aged woman that radiated class and grace. “Are you Mags?”
Mags nodded. “We have a dress fitting and pick up for my wedding dress and her bridesmaid dress.”
The lady glanced down at their appointment book. “Perfect. We already have your dresses in fitting rooms. Right this way.”
We weaved through the racks of ball gowns, mermaid silhouettes, and rainbows of bridesmaid dresses before finally hit the fitting rooms. There was a young bride tearing up as her grandmother hugged her after they had found that one special dress. It was a breathtaking, tight-fitting beaded bodice with a flowing handkerchief skirt.
“Here we are, ladies. Let me know if you need help zipping up or putting anything on. Mags, your corset and belt are in there with your dress. Champagne to celebrate? It is after noon after all.” The attendant glanced down at her watch with a soft giggle.
“Sure. That sounds great.” I ducked into Mags’ fitting room to help her get the corset and dress on and before I had the last of the zipper up her back, I was tearing up. The lace dress hugged her body beautifully and the jeweled belt set off the look perfectly. She was glowing and strikingly stunning.
Mags turned to me. “How does it look?” There weren’t mirrors in the fitting rooms, so she had no idea how incredible she looked. In that moment, a flash of what Randy’s face would look like when he first saw her in the dress came to mind, and my heart melted a little.
“It’s perfect.” I was barely was able to choke out those two words before extreme waterworks took over.
“I don’t want to look before you’re in your dress too!” The excitement on my best friend’s face could have lit up all of Orlando during a blackout in the middle of the night.
I rushed into my fitting room, pulled on my deep plum dress, and was able to zip it on the first try. “Ready?” I called from behind the velvet curtain.
“On the count of three. One. Twoooooo. THREE!” Mags’ voice shouted and we both threw back the curtains. Mags shrieked as I wiped the tears away from my cheeks.
“They’re incredible!” Mags threw her arm around my waist and pulled me to her side as the fitting attendant smiled at us, handing over the champagne flutes.
“Ladies, you’re stunning!”
The plunging sweetheart neckline with the off-the-shoulder sleeve of my long flowing dress was more flattering than I had remembered from the first time I had tried on the purple number.
She glanced up and down at our dresses. “I can call the seamstress over if you want, but I don’t think there is a need to touch these dresses. They fit you like gloves.”
I wrapped Mags up in a hug as she started to tear up a little. “I am so excited to see Randy’s face when you walk toward him in this gorgeous dress.”