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He's on the Discovery cha
It's really disturbing me, so I try not to glance up, but, yuck, I accidentally do.
So it's really no wonder with all this wedding pla
I walk out onto a stage as an a
I sit at a big golden banquet table, eating dessert after sinful dessert. An audience claps at me when I choose to have purple edible flowers flown in from Guam for my special day. "She's so creative," the a
Then it's my wedding day. Phillip pulls out my chair at our sweetheart table. We sit down, and I feel so lucky. Phillip is beaming at me. Our friends and families are at all the surrounding tables waiting to be served di
Our amazing Kansas City strip steaks are being delivered. For some reason, we decided it would be very cool to have the steaks carved like an ice sculpture. The steaks are somehow standing on end, and they've been carved to look like a crocodile. Now you would think this might look a little scary, but at the time we picked it out, Phillip and I thought it was adorable because it looked like the crocodile was smiling at us and wishing us a happy life. He was a cute crocodile, like the one from Peter Pan.
But just as our guests are oohing and aahing over our creativeness and how real they look, the crocs come to life, jump up out of the wedding plates, and start to eat up all our guests. One by one, I watch my guests get swallowed up by their crocodile steaks. I start to scream!
Phillip wakes me up.
I tell him about my horrible dream. "What do you think it means?"
"Maybe you're afraid no one will come to the wedding. That we won't have any guests."
"No, that can't be it. These people were already at the reception, and who comes to the wedding and skips the reception? I mean, the reception is the best part."
"People that don't wa
"Smart ass. Well all I know is, I'm not getting the steak."
"I guess I might have to agree with that. Maybe we should call Amy in the morning and go with the filet medallions instead."
I look at Phillip. He has pillow head, and the side of his cheek has red lines across it from where he was sleeping on his hand. I grin at him and move my hands under the sheets. "You know, I think I'm so scared, I might not be able to go back to sleep. You might have to distract me."
He pulls me closer to him as I run my hands down his abs. "How am I supposed to do that?"
I press my lips against his yummy smelling neck, graze my tongue down the side of it, and rub my hand between his legs. "I bet you can think of something."
We're in New York, and Lori is quite prepared with a car to drive us around and a list of stores for us check out. She says, "Jade, if you can't find a dress here, you're doomed."
"Nothing like a little bit of pressure to start my day," I mutter back.
"You didn't get coffee yet, did you? You're always cranky without coffee. Did you eat breakfast?"
"Um, no." She sighs at me. "Don't give me that sigh. I'm going to try on wedding dresses! I needed to look perfect, so I spent a lot of time getting ready." I lean over and whisper in her ear, so the mom's can't hear. "Plus, Phillip would NOT let me out of bed. He's insatiable."
Lori giggles with me then asks the driver to stop at the next coffee shop. She comes back with a latte and a chocolate chip scone for me. I'm happily sipping coffee and thinking about how Phillip looked when I left this morning. All those sexy muscles lying there naked, twisted up sheets down by his feet. The way his eyes sparkled when he spoke. How I can't even remember what he said because I kept thinking how I just wanted to take my clothes off and pounce back on top of him. I think about what I would've done. How I would've run my hands across his broad shoulders. How I love the way his abs feel in my hands. How muscular his butt feels when he's.........
His mom interrupts my thoughts by shoving a file folder in front of me. Mrs. Diamond tells me they clipped out some photos of dresses they thought I should try on.
I thank them and flip through the photos, not really looking at them. My mind is back to sexy places.
We went to a few boutique stores. I tried on some dresses, but nothing wowed us.
Around noon, I'm introduced to a bridal consultant named Hillary. She's short, blonde, and extremely peppy. I like her enthusiasm right away.
Hillary says, "I'm going to steal the bride away for a little while. Enjoy some champagne, and we'll be back out looking like a bride."
Hillary leads me back to a dressing room, where we sit down. "So tell me about the groom."
"His name is Phillip Mackenzie, and I've known him my whole life. He was my best friend growing up, my college roommate, and we got engaged a couple months ago on our first date."
"Wow, really? I've never met anyone that got engaged on their first date. So how about your budget?"
I tell her my dress budget. She nods and says, "Have you tried on any dresses?"
"I've tried on about thirty."
"And have you liked any of them? Do you have pictures of dresses you like?"
"I have a stack that people think I should try on. I don't want to waste our time though. I know that none of them are the one."
"Okay, why don't you tell me what you liked or didn't like about the dresses you've tried on."
"I hate hoop skirts. I don't want anything heavy. I wa
"Got it. Now describe to me how you want to look on your wedding day."
"No one has asked me that question before."
"Well, I'm going to help you find the perfect dress. It's my job to ask the right questions."
I think about how I want to look. "I wa
"You're not a failure. You just haven't found the right dress yet. You've told me a lot about what you want and don't want. I'm going to pull a few dresses. Be right back," she says in a very chipper voice.
I say a silent prayer that Hillary can figure me out.
That today I will find my dress.
While I'm waiting, my phone buzzes. I pull it out of my purse.
Da
Following is a photo of a woman that you'd assume is a bride, since she's wearing a veil and dressed in all white. I'd say she's probably a very naughty bride. She has on a white lace corset, sheer lace thong, fishnet thigh highs, and patent leather platform heels. Only the classiest shoes for this bride. Over all of this is a sheer robe. The robe is sporting a feather collar, or maybe it's a white boa, I'm not sure. She also has extremely big hair, bright red lipstick, and a cherry halfway in her mouth. Maybe that's a new wedding dessert I should consider.