“Missy…”
“Come on; I need a distraction.”
“Watching a movie would also serve as a distraction.”
“I like this distraction better,” she said. “What do you think is more your style: mermaid or ball gown?”
“Uh… I hadn’t really thought about it.”
“I’m thinking ball gown,” she said, clicking on a link.
I felt my face turn sour as I took in the extravagant dresses. “Urgh…nope, ball gown is definitely not for me. Click on that link.”
“Which one?”
“The sheaths,” I pointed.
And just like that, I found myself drawn into Missy’
s little distraction. It was hard not to feel giddy and excited when you looked at wedding dresses. I couldn’t believe I’d never done this before.
“Sheaths are so simple, though,” Missy said. “Are you sure you want a dress like that?”
“Simple is exactly why I like them,” I said. “It’s sophisticated and elegant, without being dramatic.”
“There’s nothing wrong with a little drama on your wedding day,” Missy pointed out.
I smiled. “Not for my wedding dress, please.”
“Fine, fine,” she said, in exasperation. “How about this one?”
“That one,” I said, pointing to the last picture in the group.
It was an off-white sheath with thin straps and a plunging V neckline. Its bodice was trimmed with intricate lace that was strategically placed so that hints of naked skin could be spied from between the panels of thin fabric. The skirt was unadorned, just a flowing confection of uninterrupted white that seemed to glide with movement even in stillness.
“It’s beautiful,” I breathed, caught up in the moment.
“Wow… You would look stunning in that.”
I shook my head and turned my eyes away from the image. “This is so crazy,” I said. “I shouldn’t be looking at wedding dresses. This is all happening in my head. Chance is not going to propose.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because… Because I am,” I said uncertainly. “I don’t even know if he’s the marrying type.”
Missy looked thoroughly unconvinced. “If he’s the type to plan romantic trips and cook meals for you and introduce you to his family, then he’s the marrying type. The question is, are you the marrying type?”
I smiled slowly. “I’m beginning to think I am.”
“I knew it!”
“One day,” I added quickly. “One day…yes. I would love to get married. But it’s too soon.”
“You’re graduating soon.”
“I’m only twenty-one.”
“You’re also an old soul.”