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“Here? Right now? What’s going in that little head of yours?” Her laugh is quick and echoes in the store, a bit empty aside from a customer who’d been here earlier to get her measurements.
Wedding due a week away always caused brides to be a bit more nervous and even more self-conscious of how their bodies look and if they’ve gained weight or any retouches need to happen. Chaeli’s used at playing the nice card of telling them that everything is going to be fine, throw in a little music, more chit chats, how perfect they look and if anything we might need to even take off the dress if they keep it up.
Even if it’s not the truth, she rarely tells a bride that she needs to stop eating or start dieting in order to fit i her dress. If that’s needed, well then, she will secretly put it as a note to her seamstress before she leaves. She used to do those herself, but the bigger a job, the better to have more staff catered to specific tasks. Either way, Haebitna’s question is a bit of a random one. It might be the music. Always there to make sure customers don’t feel the silence too heavily, it’s got a therapeutic touch to it.
“Besides, this is a waltz, do you know how to dance that?” Chaeli’s fingers stop after the last needle is put on. She likes to spend her time at least helping with little details as such, else she’d go crazy just sitting in the office.
Few minutes into the store occupied her with the sight of wonderful dresses, of gowns in ethereal whiteness, gawking at the exquisiteness of its meticulous designs. It’s a store she had never thought of visiting in the near future, but a store that excites her when that right time comes. It’s rather a surprising invitation, to drop by despite not being a customer, because it gave her the opportunity to witness how dedicated Chaeli is to her occupation.
It’s easy to say that she puts her heart into every design – she’s hands-down. Unquestionably apparent with the way she holds needles in between her thin fingers rather skillfully, or the way she quickly finishes measurements, or just seeing how the store is filled with beauteous garbs sought by bride-to-be’s. But Haebitna sees her dedication with the way her eyes devoted to the task-at-hand, giving her utmost best to make a woman feel the most beautiful at the most important day of her life.
It makes her mind wander as she silently observed from one side. How surreal it must be to be on that kind of dress. Haebitna would be lying if she says she has never imagined it. She did, even when she was little. Perhaps a bit superficial, concentrating on the glitz of the said once-in-a-lifetime event but don’t people reel on that feeling of being wed? She’s imagined the gown, the veil and tiara she’ll wear, the big bouquet she’ll hold as she walks down the aisle, the shower of petals, the reception, and the dance. First dance as husband and wife. It will be fleeting. She’s imagined it way before, imagined it with her first true dance. Imagined and hoped from the back of her mind of the same man in the future. Even if it’s never going to happen.
A spark of randomness ignited by boredom, awakened by the soft notes of a classical symphony that dances along the brightness the store has, and the flight of her imagination urges her to form such a question. Candid as always, and it is expected that Chaeli would laugh at her. A question that seems out of nowhere, but a question nevertheless. A question answered by series of question that she doesn’t hesitate to answer. “Hmm! Here, right now! I just feel like it! But I honestly have no idea of waltz. Do you know how to waltz, unnie?” Her hands cup her chin as she watches her, her train of thoughts now halted to focus on the older. “I was just wondering… how it feels to dance in that beautiful gown. How it feels to be a bride.”
