Cherry Chocolate Chip 30, Pistachio 2: Dressing
Title: Dressing
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Cherry chocolate chip 30 (fulfillment), pistachio 2 (arrival/departure), malt (PFAH: Ivy : don't mess with the penguins!), pocky chain, whipped cream (Ivy is five, Aaron ten), fresh peaches (An ongoing relationship reaches a new plateau under a Libra Moon.).
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG.
Summary: Gail, her wedding dress, and various reactions.
Notes: A rather strange use of the malt. Also, if you're curious, this is Gail's dress.
The dress was perfect.
Kim was examining a couple of other possibilities, but Gail knew the dress when she saw it. A long, slim column of white, with short, translucent sleeves, and a thin line of glittering beads under the bust. The neckline might have been a little low for her liking, but Nathan would enjoy it.
Besides, something about the dress... spoke to her as she drew the fabric through her fingers. She could only hope it was somewhere remotely near her budget.
"Hey, Gail," Kim said. "You should try on this..." She paused, seeing her. "Oh. Never mind."
--
"Oh, yes," Sophia Hirschfeld said, approvingly. "That's it."
Cecily wrinkled her nose. "I dunno," she said. "Feels a little grandmotherly to me."
Sophia gave her younger daughter a look of mock annoyance. "Are you saying my tastes are grandmotherly?"
"You are a grandmother."
"I think it's beautiful," Gail said.
"That settles it, doesn't it?" Sophia rose. "I'll give you my veil, darling. Something old."
Cecily considered, and said, "You can have my pearls, I guess. For something borrowed."
Gail, touched, said, "Thank you, Mother. And I'll return the pearls, Cess, I promise."
"Bitch, you better."
"Language," Sophia said, sounding amused.
--
Ivy frisked around the room in her spring-green dress, poofy as she'd demanded, machine washable as Gail had demanded, flinging little scraps of paper out of her decorated basket. "When it's the real wedding I'll have real flowers, right?" she asked.
"Yes, Ivy," Gail said absently, adjusting her sleeves. "Petals, anyway. There. What do you think?"
Ivy stopped frisking. "Mommy, you look perfect," she breathed.
Flattered, Gail could only smile. "Thank you, darling."
"Too bad it's not poofy." Ivy patted her own skirt. "Poofy dresses are the best."
Gail laughed, and turned back to the mirror. "If you say so."
--
"I hate stupid suits," Aaron grumbled.
"You should've worn a dress instead," Ivy said. "With a poofy skirt, like mine."
He scowled. "Poofy skirts are stupid too."
"Oh!" Ivy stomped her foot, and threw a handful of petals at him. "You're stupid! You look like a penguin!"
"You look like a bush!"
"Children," Gail said, in her everyone-had-better-sit-down-now voice. Ivy looked contrite, and Aaron, while not exactly apologetic, quit poking her. "Better. Don't fight during the ceremony, please."
"We won't," they mumbled. Aaron, bless him, added, "You look really nice."
"Thank you," she said. "Go on, it's almost your turn."
--
Gail had thought it was a shame that the groom wasn't allowed to see the bride in full finery before the wedding. Her mother and sister had been extremely superstitious about this whole affair, though-- probably because of Brad, although Gail had no idea how one could confuse him and Nathan-- and they'd insisted on keeping this one.
But now, starting down the aisle, she could maybe see where it came from. Some impacts should not be lessened, and she would not give up the look in Nathan's eyes now for anything.
She wouldn't give up anything about this moment.
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Cherry chocolate chip 30 (fulfillment), pistachio 2 (arrival/departure), malt (PFAH: Ivy : don't mess with the penguins!), pocky chain, whipped cream (Ivy is five, Aaron ten), fresh peaches (An ongoing relationship reaches a new plateau under a Libra Moon.).
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG.
Summary: Gail, her wedding dress, and various reactions.
Notes: A rather strange use of the malt. Also, if you're curious, this is Gail's dress.
The dress was perfect.
Kim was examining a couple of other possibilities, but Gail knew the dress when she saw it. A long, slim column of white, with short, translucent sleeves, and a thin line of glittering beads under the bust. The neckline might have been a little low for her liking, but Nathan would enjoy it.
Besides, something about the dress... spoke to her as she drew the fabric through her fingers. She could only hope it was somewhere remotely near her budget.
"Hey, Gail," Kim said. "You should try on this..." She paused, seeing her. "Oh. Never mind."
--
"Oh, yes," Sophia Hirschfeld said, approvingly. "That's it."
Cecily wrinkled her nose. "I dunno," she said. "Feels a little grandmotherly to me."
Sophia gave her younger daughter a look of mock annoyance. "Are you saying my tastes are grandmotherly?"
"You are a grandmother."
"I think it's beautiful," Gail said.
"That settles it, doesn't it?" Sophia rose. "I'll give you my veil, darling. Something old."
Cecily considered, and said, "You can have my pearls, I guess. For something borrowed."
Gail, touched, said, "Thank you, Mother. And I'll return the pearls, Cess, I promise."
"Bitch, you better."
"Language," Sophia said, sounding amused.
--
Ivy frisked around the room in her spring-green dress, poofy as she'd demanded, machine washable as Gail had demanded, flinging little scraps of paper out of her decorated basket. "When it's the real wedding I'll have real flowers, right?" she asked.
"Yes, Ivy," Gail said absently, adjusting her sleeves. "Petals, anyway. There. What do you think?"
Ivy stopped frisking. "Mommy, you look perfect," she breathed.
Flattered, Gail could only smile. "Thank you, darling."
"Too bad it's not poofy." Ivy patted her own skirt. "Poofy dresses are the best."
Gail laughed, and turned back to the mirror. "If you say so."
--
"I hate stupid suits," Aaron grumbled.
"You should've worn a dress instead," Ivy said. "With a poofy skirt, like mine."
He scowled. "Poofy skirts are stupid too."
"Oh!" Ivy stomped her foot, and threw a handful of petals at him. "You're stupid! You look like a penguin!"
"You look like a bush!"
"Children," Gail said, in her everyone-had-better-sit-down-now voice. Ivy looked contrite, and Aaron, while not exactly apologetic, quit poking her. "Better. Don't fight during the ceremony, please."
"We won't," they mumbled. Aaron, bless him, added, "You look really nice."
"Thank you," she said. "Go on, it's almost your turn."
--
Gail had thought it was a shame that the groom wasn't allowed to see the bride in full finery before the wedding. Her mother and sister had been extremely superstitious about this whole affair, though-- probably because of Brad, although Gail had no idea how one could confuse him and Nathan-- and they'd insisted on keeping this one.
But now, starting down the aisle, she could maybe see where it came from. Some impacts should not be lessened, and she would not give up the look in Nathan's eyes now for anything.
She wouldn't give up anything about this moment.