Embry's Calling
Chapter 1
Lizzie's POV
"No, I'm not going in there!"
"Too bad, so sad. Elizabeth, you're going in there, whether you like it or not." Elizabeth, that's the name she uses when she's serious about something. Why did she have to be serious now? Why did she have to be serious about a bridal shop?
If you don't understand a thing I'm talking about, let me explain. First off, my name is Elizabeth Greene, but I always tell people to call me Lizzie. I'm 20 years old, I have light, golden-brown hair that waved to my mid-back, I was slightly tan, not paper white, with a few freckles on my cheeks, and I also have light brown eyes. I am the girl who would rather be relaxing at home with a few movies and video games, opposed to shopping more than I really need to. My top obsession would be looking at cars that I love, and picturing me driving in one, other than my beat up Lexus.
The girl beside me is my best friend, Chantal, who is the complete opposite of me. She has long, straight black hair, and she is Native American, while I'm half Irish, half English. Chantal has dark brown, almost black, eyes, and she absolutely loves dressing up, while I stick to jeans, a comfy shirt, and some lip gloss. Both of us share an apartment in Seattle, we've been sharing it for about a year, and Chantal managed to drag me out to do some shopping. I should have expected this, seeing as she was my best friend since middle school.
Why we're at a bridal shop, I have no freaking idea. We drove into a plaza that had a collection of stores, and we walked out face-to-face with "The best bridal shop in town!" No, really, that was the store name. And then, Chantal turns to me and says, "We are going in there!"
Second only to dressing herself up, Chantal loves to dress other people up, usually being me, and the line she uses ALL the time is, "I just know that I'll find something that looks sooo perfect on you!" Yeah, I'm a sucker for that stare she gives me, the, "I'm gonna break down if you say no."
So I was pushed into the store, where the over friendly greeter chirped a, "Hey there, girls! Need any help?"
"No, thanks," I managed to say as the fashion fanatic started shuffling through dresses with great care. A quote from Chant: Treat clothes the way you want them to treat you.
"Okay, do you want a sleeveless, long train? Pick one," she called to me.
"Here, pick one for yourself, I'll find my own," I answered back. I was hoping that she'd give up that easily, but she watched me from the corner of her eye, until I heaved a small sigh and began my search.
Okay, maybe I seem like a slob, or just an emotionless person, but I still care for people. I keep talk as much as I can to my mom on the phone, read books, work at my job as a pat-time mechanic, and go to places with my friends. See, that's pretty good.
I looked for about 20 minutes, not really liking all of the dresses I saw. I wasn't a big fan of giant frills, but I liked unique things, things that I haven't seen anyone wear. I liked standing out with my clothes, but not 'in the spotlight' way. A way that showed I had a different personality. I was about to give up and leave, but a dress at the back caught my eye.
It was placed all by itself on a small rack marked 'unknown'. Why anyone wouldn't want this dress I was thinking about. It was vintage, with lace lining, and it was layered nicely. It was an off-white color, and looked both simple but elegant and classy. In other words, I loved it. I could imagine myself wearing this the day I got married, however far away that may be, and it was something that wouldn't be out of style.
"I found one," I said to Chantal on my way to the fitting room. While I slipped it on, careful not to tear the delicate lining, I was surprised that it was a virtually perfect fit, and sort of stretchy, so even if I gained a few pounds, it would still fit. I took a deep breath, knowing my ecstatic friend would be waiting outside, ambushing me as I opened the door.