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If/Then… Cristina&Burke's Wedding
Cristina's POV
"This isn't the right dress…" I said to myself as I pulled off the fancy white dress that may as well have been a sheet. Too flat.
"Try this one," Meredith said, handing me another dress. I pulled on the fluffier dress and turned around to look in the mirror.
"Oh, Cristina, dear, it's beautiful!" My mother exclaimed.
"Yeah, thanks, Mom…" I said, not really caring for anyone's opinions. I'm Cristina Yang, I live off of my own philosophy. If you don't like it, then get out of my sight.
I twirled around in front of the mirror. Yeah, the dress was pretty but it was also really expensive. I know what you're thinking, you're thinking that I'm Cristina Yang and that I'm a surgical intern and that I should have enough money. Well guess what? I don't. I didn't wanna pay too much. That was the only problem I had with weddings, they got to be really expensive.
"Cristina Yang, earth to Cristina Yang," Meredith said in a monotone voice while waving her hand in front of my face.
"What? Oh, sorry. Wait, not I'm not," I spat.
"Classic Cristina," Meredith laughed as she helped me out of the dress and into the next one.
"This one is way too big…" I judged, looking at myself in the mirror, "it makes me look fat."
"It does not!" Izzie chipped.
"Does to," I retorted, but what would she really know? She's an ex freakin' model. She's like, perfect. Not that I have anything against Izzie, because I don't. But sometimes she just doesn't understand things from a regular, non-ex model point of view. I checked the price tag and nearly choked. 4,000 dollars! I'm not paying 4,000 dollars for an ugly dress that I'm only going to wear once. I mean, seriously. Who would?
"I'm not wearing this," I announced and pulled the dress off. I grabbed the next from the rack and pulled it on.
"Hmm. That looks nice," Callie commented.
"Nicer than the last one, at least," Meredith mumbled.
"Mer, I can hear you, you know," I informed her.
"Oh, I know. That's why I said it," she grinned. Oh, Meredith. My twisted sister. My best friend. My person. She's my person. She's also my Maid of Honor. And she was right, that last dress looked like it was made by a blind idiot in a cotton ball factory. The point is, that last dress was really, really bad.
"Get that one," Izzie said, mouth full of I don't even know what.
"Sold!" My mother yelled, "We'll take that one!"
"Oh, really, Mom? Seriously?" I said, hiding my face.
"Cristina, darling, are you sure you don't want something more… poofy, so to say?" Mrs. Burke, "Momma", asked me.
"She's sure," Callie, Izzie, and Meredith all said at once.
"Alright, okay, just making sure," Mrs. Burke defended herself, and her and my mother went to the front desk to sign the bill.
"Where to next?" Izzie asked, picking up the bags.
"The bridesmaids dresses," I sighed. Planning a wedding isn't as easy (or fun) as everyone thinks.
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