Chapter 114: Chapter 114

(Avery’s Thoughts)

Our first stop today is a bridal gown boutique not far away from the coffee shop. A wedding wouldn’t be complete without the gown just so you know.

They already expect our arrival so as we step into the boutique, a warm welcome greets us. She leads us to the space which I reserve for today’s fitting.

“We’re going to fit the gown now? Wait! Is it only me? How about the others? Don’t you have friends in France?” K begins to ask me question.

So before she could even ask more that could ruin my surprise for her, I send her inside the fitting.

“Wait, aren’t you going to fit, too?” she asks in a louder manner.

“K, before they give you your gown, can you do me this favor for once?” I plead to her.

“Huh? What favor?” she asks. And when the staff brings the bridal gown in, she squeals, “Goodness gracious, Avery Anderson, what do you want me to do with this?”

I can’t see her but I can imagine the look on her face. And I can’t stop giggling.

“I am going to make you pay for this,” she begins to mumble inside the fitting room.

“Please I just want to see you on that dress, hoping I could see you walk down the aisle one day,” I whisper with a sad tone. Then she begins to curse at me, and finally my phone buzzes.

While K is fitting the bridal gown, she continues to nag inside the room while I go outside for a bit to get my surprise for K.

It takes me around two to three minutes to get back. And when I did, K’s been yelling from the fitting room, “Hey, A, I’m going to kick your ass if you don’t answer!”

Her voice resonates inside the whole boutique which makes me a little flustered.

“I’m here!” then I go inside. “What do you want? You’ve been yelling like crazy, people are looking at our direction.”

“I don’t give a damn about them. And FYI, I’ve been calling you like forever, where the hell have you been, huh?” she asks with her brows furrowed.

I try to make an excuse, “Well, Jeff called so I had to step out, sorry. So, let’s see how beautiful you are as a bride,” I step back and look at her a bit.

And when the assistant of the boutique opens the curtain for us, it reveals the gorgeous Kendra in her white bridal gown, we can’t help but be amazed.

At the same time, my surprise for K has been revealed, too. Art and I happily greet Kendra, “Surprise, bitch!!!”

Kendra’s reaction is magnificent, and so does her in that white gown. How I really wish I could also see her walking down the aisle.

Art can’t help his adulation so she goes straight to her and begins taking her pictures while K isn’t recovering yet from Art’s surprise visit.

He doesn’t even care if she’s in shock as long as she could take pictures of her.

But when he notices K’s been crying, “Who did you miss, bitch?” then he hugs her tight.

Then I hear them talking to each other, “Where the hell have you been? You’ve been gone for a year, you let me deal with it on my own,” then she hits him gently on his chest.

But Art squeezes her cheeks, “Dear, I have work and besides, your Nik is there. And anyway, Avery’s here, so cheer up and let’s show you off, okay?”

I once again see the effect it had on her when I left. And I feel so guilty about it, I can’t help but cry from where I am standing.

I observe him from afar. These are the next two persons from my VIP list in my life. I won’t hurt them ever again.

Art blissfully directs her posing in front of his phone camera, “Great, great angle!”

“One more on the left, now turn, and this!” then Art looks at me, “Isn’t she perfect?” showing me K’s beautiful photograph.

I smile at him, and being sentimental and emotional these days, I can’t hold back anymore. So I run to them and hug them as I sob, “I miss you guys so much. I can’t believe we are together again. I won’t leave you again. You won’t be left-out again, ever, I promised!” then tears flow ceaselessly.

And just like crazy, we cry, laugh, jump, and scream together.

As soon as we all calm down and get sober from the temporary drunkenness of so much happiness, we untangle ourselves from each other.

I demand K to pose for me next, “Come on, K. It’s my turn, will you try putting your hand over your head and then move your right shoulder forward a bit,“ she follows my instruction, “Perfect! Hold it! Okay, good shot. Just whole body shots,” I request to her. And she does as she’s told.

“K, I am sure Nik will divorce his wife A-S-A-P when he sees you on that dress,” Art abruptly announces unfiltered. People look at us, and K hits him on his back, “Shut up, Art, people will hear you!”

And then the three of us giggle together. Then the staff approaches me telling me to fit my gown next, so I send K and Art to sit on the couch as they catch up about things. “Hey, guys, I’ll just fit the style I chose, okay? And they are getting yours, too.”

“Will I wear my dream gown, too?” Art jests. He isn’t a crossdresser, and to be honest, he dresses nicely than other man, so a great suit will definitely fit his athletic body.

“Hilarious! As if you wear a skirt,” then I wink and go inside the fitting room. I momentarily stare at the dress I chose. It makes me nervous for some reason. I sigh and begin to fit it. I ask assistance from one of the staff to tighten the corset around my waist area.

The wedding dress that I chose is a tube dress type with no sleeves. From the breast to the waist area is secured by the corset back type. So it emphasizes the curves I actually have.

It has some asymmetrical shape and size of beads sown on the breast part creating a curve line up to the waist, just the perfect cut to expose my small waist and sexy hips. The corset adds to pushing up my breast.

The fabric use on the skirt has linen and silk inside creating a volume and a flowy tulle effect. Then the trail is embroidered with great patterns of flowers and the likes.

Lastly, the small tiara crown finishes off the bridal gown. I look at myself in the mirror and smile a bit.

“I’ve never even thought that this day would come, well, apart from Seid and I when we were young,” I reminisce while complimenting myself in the mirror.

I sigh and I feel tension around my stomach. Am I being nervous by this?

And one more thing that bothers me is that, I don’t think about Jeff, but instead, Dmitri suddenly pops in my mind.

At this very crucial moment in life, why do I think about him? Why do I imagine him waiting for me at the end of the aisle.

I shake my head, “No, Avery. He can’t get married. He doesn’t want commitment like that, so you better kick your ass and think straight ahead,” I even slap my cheeks.

Spacing out, I didn’t notice I’ve been talking longer than expected, so I hear my bestfriend again.

“A, hurry up, we can’t wait to see yours! Art and I are done! Come out!” K yells. I take a deep breath and hesitatntly ask the staff to finally reveal me, and when she does, Art and K couldn’t help but express their admiration.

All eyes are on me, and they just can’t get enough of it. No one is taking their eyes off of me.

Even the other staff are extremely happy with what they are seeing. I feel embarrassed for quite some time, “S-so?” I even stutter, “How do I look?”

I make my turn slowly, and they all hold their breath.

They couldn’t answer me immediately, instead, they begin taking pictures. I try to cover my face but my two best friends almost eat me alive.

“We are going to send this over to Jeff. Maybe, he’ll fly here right away!” K says excitedly.

“And I‘ll finally get to see this guy who hid you for two years,” Art teases me.

But instead of riding their trip, I stop them immediately and come up with an excuse, “No. no! Don’t! I want to surprise him with this.”

They roll their eyes on me, but the resume taking my pictures. And I divert the topic by complimenting them on their looks.

“By the way, you guys look amazing, is the rose gold okay with you?” I ask concerned. But they block me, “Don’t mind us, we should focus on you. A, you look wonderful,” then K becomes emotional and all of a sudden cries.

Art hugs her and pats on the back, “Uuh, K. It’s fine, it’s fine. Finally, she’s getting married. It may not be Seid, but still, she’ll be happy.”

The word happy gets stuck in my mind. “Will I truly be happy if I marry Jeff?” I thought. Is this part of the wedding blues?

“Let’s take a picture please, I want to remember this precious moment with you girls,” I request and they stand beside me. The staff counts up to three and then clicks the camera to our heart’s content.