Casey tried on nearly a dozen elegant wedding dresses, all of which she found uncomfortable, unwieldy, and unnatural to her style.
Freder, the new director, nevertheless took the time to film her striking silly poses in each dress. She assumed this ridiculous display would be edited into an equally idiotic pop-song-injected montage later.
Once that was over, Casey finally got the go-ahead to put on her saffron velvet tuxedo with the sleek, curved shawl collar. It still felt good. It still looked good.
Freder indicated the time had come for the big emotional family reunion.
Casey took a few desperate seconds to build up to her performance.
Big emotions.
Biiiiig emotions.
She tried to imagine what it would feel like to actually miss having Papa and Hector around, and came up shor
