Wedding From Hell
Closed RP with @bothsidesofaquestion
Jessica Hamilton looked at her reflection in the hotel mirror and tried not to shudder.
Bridesmaid dresses were notoriously ugly, but the pale yellow, pseudo southern belle monstrosity she was currently wearing went way beyond merely ugly.
It had a hoop skirt, which was bad enough, and promised to make trips to the bathroom a harrowing undertaking. But, the thing also had a built-in corset that nipped her waist in to the point of being mildly uncomfortable.
She didn’t want to think about how it would feel if she tried to sit down, or eat.
The thing had enormous orange rosettes at the neckline, at each shoulder, and at the bottom of each of the panels that topped the skirt.
It was an awful thing to do to real silk.
Instead of a bouquet, she was going to be carrying an honest-to-god parasol, edged with maribou feathers, and topped with more orange rosettes.
But what tipped the whole outfit over into bad comedy was the bonnet.
Grimly, Jess fitted it over her head, and tied the orange ribbon under her chin, glaring at the silk roses adorning the sides.
Great. All she needed now was a couple of sheep, and she’d be all set.
The first person who made a Little Bo Peep joke in her hearing was going to regret it.
She would be expected to not only wear this hideous meringue nightmare all afternoon, and to be seen in public wearing it… She was also going to have her picture taken for posterity.
“I will not murder the bride. I will not murder the bride. I will NOT murder the bride…”
The sooner they got this wedding started, the sooner she could retreat to her room, get out of the dress and burn it.
Taking as deep a breath as the corset would allow, Jess braced herself and stepped out of her hotel room and into the hall.
