We had only been looking at wedding dresses for an hour and I felt like I was losing my mind. Every time I closed my eyes, visions of wedding dresses flashed before my eyes. Different styles of fabric... laces... cuts... Who knew there were so many cuts of wedding dresses?! I sure as hell did not, and quite honestly, with no intention of seeing this wedding through, I don’t think I would ever care.
But, despite my lack of interest, my mother’s eagerness did not falter. More magazines appeared from nowhere, and at that point I needed to escape. As she opened to a page with an over-the-top ballgown-style dress, and gave me that knowing look, which told me she was envisioning me wearing it, I gave her an apologetic smile. Before, I told her I had to go and meet my friend, Asha, but no plan
