23. Wedding dress
Everyone was standing up to leave. I went back just in time. To my surprise as I turned to watch Luther leave, I came face to face with him whispering something in my fathers ear. My father had a serious expression on his face and after a few seconds Luther backed up. My father said something I couldn't make out just before Luther headed out.
Something wasn't right and I would get to the bottom of it. I gathered my stuff and sat next to my dad. All I got was a simple glance from him before he went back to work. All he ever did was work and you could tell. He looked like a mortal right now with his untamed stubble and his shaggy hair that was growing out. Why did he look like that when it just took a snap of a finger to fix it. He always hated his shaggy hair but was too old fashion and wanted to do everything the natural way.
"Is something wrong Sweetheart? You've been staring for awhile." He said glancing at me before getting right back to work.
"Are you taking care of yourself? You look like you've only been working." I stated concerned. I hated when my dad swamped himself in work. Even after I got married to Luther. He still didn't take a break.
"Nothing I haven't done before. Actually I'm glad you are here. You have a dress fitting today. Don't worry about the dress I already had someone pick it out for you, you just have to try it on." My father said like it was no big deal. He looked up at me expecting me to have something to say but I was confused, how was I going to a dress fitting just a day after I found out about my upcoming wedding?
I'm guessing my father took my silence as acceptance because he continued talking. "Also you have a rehearsal right afterwards. I expect you to wear your wedding dress to it with no incident. If you try anything the oath will be broken, so I expect you to be on your best behavior. No tantrums and everything will go smoothly." I just stared at him completely baffled.
"This is non negotiable so get going because you are to be on time to both." He said in a Stern voice. It's like I lost my voice. I just stood up and left. I didn't have anything to say to him forever. This was the last straw. I was done, after this. He crossed a line and I would never forgive him.
As soon as I got into the bridal shop my thoughts came to an abrupt halt. It was like I was transfered to a mortal Hospital. Everyone was running around with their heads cut off. Workers were running with fabric dragging on the floor. Noone even paid attention to me. As I looked around I seen fabric everywhere. So much white. There were red dresses on a rack that was leaning over on a table.
There was a beautiful dress in the middle of the floor that looked like it was to be worn by a queen. It was perfect. A beautiful white with red flowers embroidered on the chest that looked like they flowed with the dress. The dress was vibrant. I didn't even realize that I had walked to it until I touched it. Before I could really feel it , a worker rushed over and started to freak out.
I looked at her and as she stared at me, it seemed like recognition took place and than fear. Before I knew it she was apologizing. "I'm so sorry miss, I didn't realize you were here otherwise I would've greeted you right away." I'm guessing I had a confused expression on my face because she started to explain herself. "Your father let us know you were coming to try on your dress. That's why it's so hectic in here." She emphasized with her hand at the mess and Gods running around.
She rushed into work. "You're in luck your dress was just finished." She grabbed my hand and started taking me towards the changing rooms. As I looked around I noticed there were new goddesses that weren't here before. What got my attention is that they were some of the most feared Goddesses. What were they doing here? Before I could figure anything out I was pushed into a room.
I looked around the room to Multiple reflections of myself. Mirrors were on all walls. Not even a few seconds of examining myself went by before the lady came in with my dress. Actually the same dress that I was just looking at. This was my dress? It's perfect. I hate it. My dad picked a dress that I loved for a marriage I didnt want, I can't believe this. I should just leave but I can't. I put the anger away and tried on the dress, it was perfect.
The worker came and and smiled. "Do you like it? It's perfect. I can't believe the measurements were this perfect. You don't even need any adjustments." The lady was just going on and on but all I could do was look at myself and think about the wedding that turned out to be a big sham. How could a perfect wedding end with a failed marriage?