It seemed her mother, Charlotte, was more excited about the wedding than she was. Her mother was determined to make everything perfect. Laura had wanted everything to be perfect too at first, but she was to the point now that she didn’t care. She just wanted to get the planning over with so they could move on the next step.
Charlotte had become a jolly pain in the ass over the last few months. She insisted on planning every aspect of the wedding. She was way too nitpicky for Laura’s taste when it came to clothing.
She would take Laura to all kinds of wedding stores and have her try on just about everything in the building. She experimented with different shades of make-up for each dress and different scents of perfume to go along with the outfits. For once, Laura knew how it felt to be a model.
She was standing on a stood in their living room in her wedding dress. Her mother was standing in front of her meticulously searching for flaws. Her eyes danced across Laura without a hint of dissatisfaction until she got to the shoes.
“Sweetheart, I think your platforms are just too tall. It makes your dress look too short.”
Laura looked down, and sure enough, the bottom of her wedding gown was raised just enough to show a little ankle.
Exasperated, she said, “Mother, it’s late. All the stores are closed. I don’t have time to get new shoes before the wedding tomorrow. What am I going to do?”
She was on the verge of tears. Preparing for a marriage was way more stress than she expected. She stomped her foot and started fidgeting. The joy drained from her eyes and she started to pout.
“Take a breath,” Charlotte said with a rye smile. She caressed her daughter’s face with both hands and said, “The first time I laid eyes on you, your face was all scrunched up like it is right now. You were three y... Læs hele novellen
