Page 50 of Things We Left Behind
“You’re right,” I agreed. “Closet space is definitely more important than being in love and sharing your life with someone. I’m sure you can cuddle up to those suede leopard loafers at night just as easily as you can Jeremiah. You probably won’t even notice the difference.”
Naomi grinned. “See? I told you.”
Stef sniffed. “Wedding dress shopping makes you two mean.”
“Here comes our beautiful bride,” Ahmad called.
“Showtime,” Naomi said, clapping her hands.
I hit the video call button on Lina’s phone, and her mother immediately appeared on-screen.
“It’s time!” I told her.
Bonnie Solavita was seated behind an executive desk and holding a mimosa. “I’m ready!”
Lina slunk out in an ivory ballgown so wide she had to turn sideways to squeeze between two mannequins. The spaghetti straps glittered with rhinestones. The corset was tied with a pink satin ribbon. There were so many layers of tulle I had to press my lips together in order not to make a Scarlett O’Hara joke.
The bride didn’t look like she was in the mood for jokes. She looked downright miserable.
“Oh my gosh! That dress was made for you,” Naomi crooned.
“You look…amazing.” I managed to choke the words out.
“I’m…speechless,” Stef said before turning to me and mouthing “What the fuck?”
“Wow! That is some dress, sweetie,” Bonnie piped up on-screen.
Ahmad rested his chin on his knuckles and studied her while his assistants fluttered around Lina, fluffing the skirt until it seemed to double in size. “Do you love it?” he demanded.
“There aren’t words that properly describe how much I hate this dress,” Lina said through clenched teeth.
Ahmad clapped his hands. “To the dressing room.”
Lina practically ran.
“That dress was…something, wasn’t it?” Bonnie asked nervously.
I flipped the phone around so I could see her. “Naomi says she has a plan,” I explained.
“What kind of plan?”
“I don’t know. She won’t tell me.”
Naomi leaned over Stef to see Lina’s mom. “Don’t worry, Bonnie. We’re going to make sure Lina goes home with the perfect dress. I promise you.”
“Well, that definitely wasn’t it,” Bonnie said, taking a gulp of mimosa. “It looked like a white haystack.”
“Here she comes again,” Stef said, shoving Naomi back into position.
We repeated the process four more times with each dress outdoing the awfulness of the one before it.
“You’re looking a little flushed, sweetheart. Maybe you should take a break and do some deep breathing,” Bonnie suggested from the screen.
“I’m fine, Mom,” Lina said, sounding anything but fine. “My heart is fine. I’m just breaking out from neck-to-toe lace.”
“That’s very common for brides,” Ahmad spoke up. “We suggest slathering yourself in antihistamine cream if you’re going to wear something that irritates the skin.”
“You look beautiful,” Naomi assured her.
