Peggy Dulle - Liza Wilcox 05 - Till Death Do Us Part by Peggy Dulle Page B
Authors: Peggy Dulle
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bother them, although I knew they would come and help me. “I think I’ll just go by myself this first time and then if I find a few dresses I like, I’ll get someone to come along.”
“I’m free the rest of the afternoon, would you like me to come along and help?”
“No, I don’t want to bother you.”
“It’s no bother. I’d do anything to help out Jordan’s sister.”
“How about we go to a few places and then I’ll treat you to lunch,” I suggested.
“That would be great. We both have to eat and it will give me a chance to check out a few of the new local bridal boutiques. I’ll be actually working.”
“Great. You want to drive or shall I?” I asked.
“I’ll let you drive since my car is in the shop. And I’ll be the navigator since I know where the shops are.”
This was great. Savanah not only had great taste, was competent and knowledgeable, she was very nice. This whole wedding might just go off without a hitch.
The shop was in Walnut Creek. As we walked through the door, Savanah introduced herself and handed them her business card and I started to browse the racks. I flipped through a few dresses then my eyes set on an off the shoulder, satin ball gown with an embroidered chiffon covering dotted with crystals. It was daring and gorgeous with buttons down the back and a long train.
Savanah and the saleswoman came over to me.
“Those are our vintage designer dresses. Aren’t they lovely?”
“Yes.”
Savanah put her hand on my arm and said, “Designer means expensive, Liza. These gowns are all several thousand dollars. Is that what you’re looking at spending?”
I pushed the dress back on the rack and said, “No, I’d like to spend less than $1000, if I can.”
“Okay,” Savanah said. The saleswoman immediately started doting on me. She took me over to a chair, offered me some water, tea, coffee or juice and then she and Savanah discussed wedding styles. I guess it was good to come with someone who might send more business their way.
Since I had no idea what I wanted, they brought a variety of dresses. It was the invitation books all over again: mermaid or trumpet dress, A-line or princess dress, the empire wedding dress, sheath or column wedding dress, and the ball gown dress. Too many choices and I saw at least five of each. Some had lots of lace and intricate designs, where others were simpler. Savanah was in her element shaking her head no and yes as they brought out each dress. I just sat and watched in amazement.
I liked the ball gown dresses but Savanah vetoed them right away, saying my body type was wrong for them. She liked the mermaid style, which I hated. I didn’t want to feel like Ariel. We finally settled on A-line dresses. Savanah announced that it was the most forgiving of all the dress types and that it would be a good fit for my body. I liked them because they were tight on the top and then flared out, hiding some of my belly fat. I wanted a really long train but Savanah said a cathedral train was inappropriate for an outdoor wedding and that I should go with a shorter one. She definitively had her own opinions.
After trying on dress after dress, I finally found one that I liked and Savanah approved of. It had a round neck, short sleeves, and a chapel train. The dress’s bodice and sleeves were sprinkled with diamond shaped beading. It was beautiful and when I tried it on, I sighed and smiled.
“That’s exactly the way you should feel about your wedding dress,” Savanah said. “Now let’s talk about head pieces.”
“Do I have to wear one?” I asked.
“Yes, even if it’s a short one. Every bride needs a head piece. Now you can have one that covers your face or not.”
“I don’t want my face covered but can I have a long veil?”
“No. Then you won’t see the back of this beautiful dress.”
Savanah told the sales clerk what to bring and she did.
“Do you have a rubber band?” Savanah asked the clerk.
The clerk handed her the
“I’m free the rest of the afternoon, would you like me to come along and help?”
“No, I don’t want to bother you.”
“It’s no bother. I’d do anything to help out Jordan’s sister.”
“How about we go to a few places and then I’ll treat you to lunch,” I suggested.
“That would be great. We both have to eat and it will give me a chance to check out a few of the new local bridal boutiques. I’ll be actually working.”
“Great. You want to drive or shall I?” I asked.
“I’ll let you drive since my car is in the shop. And I’ll be the navigator since I know where the shops are.”
This was great. Savanah not only had great taste, was competent and knowledgeable, she was very nice. This whole wedding might just go off without a hitch.
The shop was in Walnut Creek. As we walked through the door, Savanah introduced herself and handed them her business card and I started to browse the racks. I flipped through a few dresses then my eyes set on an off the shoulder, satin ball gown with an embroidered chiffon covering dotted with crystals. It was daring and gorgeous with buttons down the back and a long train.
Savanah and the saleswoman came over to me.
“Those are our vintage designer dresses. Aren’t they lovely?”
“Yes.”
Savanah put her hand on my arm and said, “Designer means expensive, Liza. These gowns are all several thousand dollars. Is that what you’re looking at spending?”
I pushed the dress back on the rack and said, “No, I’d like to spend less than $1000, if I can.”
“Okay,” Savanah said. The saleswoman immediately started doting on me. She took me over to a chair, offered me some water, tea, coffee or juice and then she and Savanah discussed wedding styles. I guess it was good to come with someone who might send more business their way.
Since I had no idea what I wanted, they brought a variety of dresses. It was the invitation books all over again: mermaid or trumpet dress, A-line or princess dress, the empire wedding dress, sheath or column wedding dress, and the ball gown dress. Too many choices and I saw at least five of each. Some had lots of lace and intricate designs, where others were simpler. Savanah was in her element shaking her head no and yes as they brought out each dress. I just sat and watched in amazement.
I liked the ball gown dresses but Savanah vetoed them right away, saying my body type was wrong for them. She liked the mermaid style, which I hated. I didn’t want to feel like Ariel. We finally settled on A-line dresses. Savanah announced that it was the most forgiving of all the dress types and that it would be a good fit for my body. I liked them because they were tight on the top and then flared out, hiding some of my belly fat. I wanted a really long train but Savanah said a cathedral train was inappropriate for an outdoor wedding and that I should go with a shorter one. She definitively had her own opinions.
After trying on dress after dress, I finally found one that I liked and Savanah approved of. It had a round neck, short sleeves, and a chapel train. The dress’s bodice and sleeves were sprinkled with diamond shaped beading. It was beautiful and when I tried it on, I sighed and smiled.
“That’s exactly the way you should feel about your wedding dress,” Savanah said. “Now let’s talk about head pieces.”
“Do I have to wear one?” I asked.
“Yes, even if it’s a short one. Every bride needs a head piece. Now you can have one that covers your face or not.”
“I don’t want my face covered but can I have a long veil?”
“No. Then you won’t see the back of this beautiful dress.”
Savanah told the sales clerk what to bring and she did.
“Do you have a rubber band?” Savanah asked the clerk.
The clerk handed her the
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