Skinny Bitch Gets Hitched by Kim Barnouin

Author:Kim Barnouin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gallery Books

Sara had an appointment at California Bride and said I had to come or else, so at nine o’clock on a Monday, when I should have been up in Bluff Valley, crunching numbers with the chamber-of-commerce lady who told me over the phone she could provide me with all kinds of interesting data on local restaurants, I was staring at so much white lace and taffeta and satin that my eyes started getting blurry. Sara’s plan was to find the dress of her dreams and model it for Joe, who’d be so overtaken by the sight of her, he’d agree to a big, traditional wedding.

I could barely get my mind around the fact that she was going to marry Joe. That she wanted to marry Joe. But Sara in a conventional bridal shop with pouf and bows on every gown?

Something was off here that I couldn’t figure out. But I would. Eventually.

“I hate that, and that, and that, and that,” Sara said, sliding gowns on the rack and restoring my faith. “And this. Although the bow would cover my booty quite well. Still, no. And no. And no.” She kept sliding until I heard an “Ooh, now this is gorgeous.” She pulled out a white, strapless princess ball gown with beaded lace and tulle. “In a million years, I wouldn’t have thought this would be my dress. I thought I’d want something modern or rock-star-ish, and this is so princess for a day I could barf. But I love it!”

I still remembered the day my sister, nine or ten years old, had to go to school dressed as her favorite monster for a Where the Wild Things Are celebration, and she borrowed our cousin’s Cinderella dress and a tiara and called her costume complete. Half the class moms had been in an uproar.

I smiled. “Try it on.”

“Joe will hate it. He’ll totally make fun of it. He’d want something vampish.”

“It’s not his dress.”

She grinned and brought it over to the saleswoman. They disappeared into the dressing area, complete with settees for friends and relatives and grooms and four private dressing rooms for the bride-to-be to change in. Along one antique sideboard were several veils and headpieces.

The saleswoman picked up a pair of peau de soie heels in Sara’s size, and brought her, the dress, and the shoes into one of the rooms. A few minutes later, Sara, absolutely beaming, came out and stood in front of the three-way, floor-to-ceiling mirror.

“This is my dress. Everyone told me you know it when you see it. I know it. I want to sleep in this dress. I’m never taking it off. I’m still twenty pounds overweight and the dress makes my waist look tiny!”

I stared at her reflection in the floor mirror, my best friend of five years with her crazy Botticelli curls in that princess dress and something kind of unexpected happened: I got all verklempt.

“You look amazing in it, Sara. Gorgeous.”

“Want to try a veil?” the saleswoman asked.

“That one.” Sara pointed to a tulle veil that went perfectly with the dress.

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