The Contract

The bridal shop was overwhelming-elegant but chaotic. Floor-to-ceiling mirrors reflected racks of shimmering gowns, their lace and satin glowing under the soft, golden light.

The air smelled faintly of roses and steam, mingling with Bethany's frustrated groans coming from the changing room and the rustling of rejected dresses piled on every surface.

Mannequins stood smugly in their perfect gowns, as if mocking us, while Kourtney flipped through catalogues with growing desperation. Soft classical music played faintly in the background, drowned out by the tension.

"Okay, what about this one? This is really good!" Kourtney pointed at another design and I shot her a deadpanned look. "That's your fifth pick today. Make a choice, Kourtney. We haven't picked a colour" I fired and she groaned and began flipping through the pages of the catalogue.

"I'm stepping out!" Bethany called our attention from the changing room and we both sat up immediately. "We are ready?" We called out and the door was pulled open and she stepped out.

I and Kourtney squealed immediately, she stepped out in a long sleeve ball gown dress. "I hate it!" She deadpanned and we quiet down immediately.

She pulled the dress and walked to the mirror. "They all suck. I look fat!" She groaned and we got up and hurried to her side. "Noooo" we drawled.

"Can you both be fucking honest for once!" She shot back to us. "You're not fat" Kourtney made it clear.

"But all these dresses suck on me!" She whined, pulling it up. "They don't" Kourtney disagreed, fixing the ball gown. "And maybe it's the dress's fault , not yours" I pointed out and she shot me a look before looking back at the mirror, raking her hair.

"I just want to look hot on my wedding day, is that too much to ask for?" She demanded. "Noooo" we drawled once again and she groaned and walked to the table, picking up one of the champagne glasses, she gulped it all down.

"It wasn't this difficult on your wedding was it?" She asked, turning back to me, the frustration evident on her face.

"What? It was hell! It took us weeks to settle for a dress before I unburden it all on Hillary " I answered, walking to her. "Perhaps, we should get Hillary " Kourtney suggested, her tone hopeful.

"No! She can't fly all the way here from London to find me a stupid dress!" She wailed and I and Kourtney exchanged looks helpless on what to do.

It was Friday and as you know it, we were out dress shopping for Bethany's wedding and as you can see too, it wasn't getting too productive. For today, I wore a white bodycon knitted off shoulder sleeve dress.

"My wedding is gonna suck" she grumbled, slumping on the table, shoving a scone into her mouth. "Noooo" I and Kourtney drawled in unison once again, sitting beside her.

"Have you... have you girls decided on a bridesmaid dress?" She asked and I and Kourtney exchanged looks. We telepathically exchanged the best possible answer we could give right now

"Yes"

"Of course"

Her eyes brightened a little on our response. "Really?" She asked and we both nodded. "What colour"

We both exchanged looks once again. "Blue!"

"Pink!"

I brows knitted in confusion at our different response, I shot Kourtney a deadpanned look, she chose blue. "Pink?!" Bethany spat in disbelief, eyes shooting to me.

"Yeah Pearl, Pink!"

What? That was the first colour that came to my mind. "It could work" I tried to defend even though I knew it was a losing battle.