A Hitch In The Plan

‘I’ve already planned out most of it,’ Kieran said. ‘The venue, the food, the guest list, the invitations. When you were busy running the café, I was busy talking to caterers and wedding photographers.’ ‘Wait, so what am I supposed to do?’ ‘Pick out a dress. Show up for the wedding.’ Seeing the hesitation in my eyes, he added, ‘It’s going to be a small ceremony. Nothing splashy.’ I nodded. Kieran drove me to Freida Bridal Studio, a one-stop shop for all a bride-to-be would need. A friendly staff member guided me through their wedding dress selections. I was dazzled by the glamorous gowns, the feminine yet sophisticated styles, the red-carpet-worthy creations. A fitting assistant offered helpful styling advice and heaps of compliments for each dress I tried on, but Kieran was more critical. Until I stepped out in a gown with a sheer illusion bodice. It was fully boned, cinched at the waist before flaring out into a flowing A-line skirt with a train. The textured pebbled organza dress wa