Prompt 41 : Deep

Wedding dresses. The horror of them.

Breach didn't have much love for pants; jeans were all right, she supposed, but she wouldn't want to wear them all the time. She preferred them only when she was cold. A majority of the time, Breach wore different kinds of skirts. Dresses were fine with her as well. But wedding dresses. Hell.

"I don't understand you, Breach," Kit said, clearly frustrated. "What is wrong with the dresses?"

They were much too long, which could cause her to trip and possibly sprain her ankle. Or ankles. The pasty color of the horrible things made blush even more prominent. They were impossible to walk in. She would feel fat in wedding dresses. Her legs would feel bare.

But because Kit would not settle for any of the reasons she had, she simply replied, "Because I just don't like them."

Dr. Holiday frowned. "What else will you wear?"

Breach didn't know what to say to that. She certainly wasn't going to go in her underwear, though.

"Try this one on," Kit suggested. She grabbed a white number off the rack and handed it to Breach. She stared at the limp form.

"Try it," Dr. Holiday commanded, backing up Kit.

"Eh," Breach murmured in annoyance. She went into the dressing room with the dress, cringing as she did.

She wished Rex had come with them. He could have been able to soothe her into trying one more than three dresses. She hated all of them. But of course, the men went off to the catering place. Breach was stunned when Rex told her over the phone that he, Six, Bobo, and Gatlocke would be going. Six catering? No way.

She was glad they were getting the food from a catering place instead of from Providence's reserves. She wanted no reminder of the organization. Breach began undressing. She wondered how thin she really was. She was unattractively skinny, which wouldn't help her in a wedding dress. Most of them didn't even come in her size.

This one had pearls and lace. It looked pretty, she had to admit. But it bore too much resemblance to her mother's dress.

"Look at this one!" Alexa cried, her blonde hair dancing around her face as she skipped over to the item in mention.

"What about it?" Breach mumbled. She was busy trying to fit the buttons into her pockets. Papa kept most of his dusty antiques here, but once in a while, Breach would find clothes. Right now, she was attempting to gather every severed button from his old coat.

"It's Mommy's special dress," Alexa giggled. "It's so pretty. Look!"

Breach sighed, setting the buttons on the attic floor. She placed her hands on her hips as she turned to stare at the dress. It was beautiful. Her mouth dropped. There was no word to describe it. Pearls, silk, lace, and some diamonds decorated the dress from head to toe. On any other dress, it would look ugly, almost over-the-top. But Mommy's dress completely fit and accommodated with the gorgeous material and gems.

"Mommy's wedding dress," Alexa breathed, admiring it with wide eyes. "It's like a princess dress."

"She's prettier than a princess," Breach said bluntly, although she liked princesses, and didn't mean to insult them.

Breach bit her lip as the old memory floated up from its confines and entered her conscious mind. She had tried to keep her past in a graveyard, as if they were truly dead. She had done so perfectly when she began a new life with the Pack. But looking and being human once more was bringing them back.

"Princess dress," she whispered. The girl in the mirror appeared as a young child instead of a grown woman.

Mommy did own a princess dress. But she was gone. Dead. She wouldn't wear any more dresses now. Papa's suits would never fit him either. She must accept it.

"No more," she said to herself sharply. "Princesses are for little girls. And they're incredibly stupid." She recalled the Barbie movie she used to watch. The princesses there were always so silly.

Breach did not like the dress. She hated it. The gown was torn off within six seconds. It was thrown on the little bench.

She wrinkled her nose and put it back on its hanger. She felt so much more comfortable in her casual skirt and blouse. Walking outside, Breach could see the somewhat eager faces of Kit and Dr. Holiday in the distance. Kit was taking it all in a slow stride but Dr. Holiday was not in the wedding fever. She was still absorbing the news.

"She hated it," Kit snapped when Breach came in close contact. She threw up her hands in the air. "I knew it was the wrong one! Doctor, why didn't you stop me?"

"I didn't know if she'd like it or not," Dr. Holiday answered.

"Feh."

"I hated it," Breach said coolly. She put it back on the rack. "Why can't we go to a different store? Maybe The Ritz has something better."

"Or maybe The Ritz has ugly," Kit said.

"I went there to get my green shoes," Dr. Holiday mentioned politely, along with a cough, "so I wouldn't say they have ugly."

"And they're beautiful," Kit mumbled.

Breach glared at her. Was she trying to lure Dr. Holiday away from the wedding plans? She sighed, shaking her head. "I don't feel like trying on dresses," she told the pair.

"Breach! We just got here. And this is for your wedding," Kit pointed out. "How can you not want to look for dresses?"

"It is an essential part of the ceremony," Dr. Holiday admitted.

"Mommy!" Alexa shrieked as she stumbled down the stairs. "Mommy, come see somethin'!"

"What somethin'?" their mother asked, raising a brow. She was seated at the kitchen's circular table. A magazine was on the surface along with a mug of coffee.

"Alexa was in the attic," Breach explained. She went through the fridge. After rummaging around, Breach got the carton of orange juice. Pouring herself a drink, she added, "She saw your dress."

"You shouldn't play there," she sighed. "It's dangerous and there's a lot of special stuff that can be broken. You two promised you'd play in your room."

"The dolls got boring," Alexa said. "Breach, pour me some too!"

Breach did. Alexa continued to bother their mother. She didn't touch her glass.

"I want you to show us the dress," her younger sister said energetically. "And I wanna wear it."

"Breach," Dr. Holiday said. "If you're not going to pick a dress now, we can go and help the boys with catering."

"Man," she corrected. "Help the man, the boy, and the monkey with catering."

"No!" Kit protested. "We can't do that! All the other stuff is simple, but we only have a short time to choose a wedding dress!"

"You seem like you're the one getting married," Holiday said with a smile.

Kit shrugged. "I just don't want her to go empty-handed. Breach deserves a beautiful dress now."

Breach sighed. She had a headache from their hampering. And hungry. What did she have for breakfast?

"Doctor, could you please search for some dresses?" asked Kit. "I want to talk to her…" And then Breach was yanked to the side by her friend.

"Your wedding is in two or three months," she seethed. "Or soon. You were so excited about being with Rex and bedding him. Why are you treating this so lightly? Even Rex is taking this marriage seriously."

Breach blinked at her words. She wasn't taking this gently, as if it was simply a trip to the park. But she couldn't tell Kit, now could she? She was older than Breach, but too juvenile to even understand…

"Okay, girls. I'll show you the dress."

Alexa cheered. Breach smirked. She loved the dress already, but Mommy was too old for it now. And she knew all about weddings. Why did she need another lesson?

"Alexa wasted her orange juice," she complained. She pointed to the full glass. "She didn't drink it."

"You can have it," offered her sister.

"Papa can have it," Breach decided. "I'll bring it to him."

"Want to see the dress?" her mother inquired.

"Nah."

Breach carefully brought the glass of orange juice to Papa. He was sitting in the living room, engrossed with the television. It was some channel she didn't like. With trees.

"Where's Mommy going off to?" Papa asked.

"She's going to show Alexa her weddin' dress," Breach said.

"Want to know how Mommy and I met?" her father said, smiling at the thought of baiting his daughter.

"I found something," Dr. Holiday said, interrupting Breach's reverie. "It's a dress, but I don't think Breach will like it."

"Oh! It's so… No way will Breach like it. I doubt she'll even try it on."

Breach's eyes flickered toward the doctor's direction. The dress was a light color. It seemed more whiter than the usual dresses. There were no fancy gems or such on the gown. It was a pure, soft white. Breach reached out to touch it. It felt amazingly gentle. It did look very plain and innocent. Incredibly different from her mother's wedding gown.

She snatched the dress from Holiday's hands and hurried off to change. She tried it on. Twirling around, she checked herself out in the mirror. It fit her form snugly and made her nice. A plain dress for a plain girl. Breach smiled.

Had her parents survived the Nanite Event, they would have seen her on her wedding day. Mommy would have helped with the plans, the dress. Alexa would have sat in a chair, oohing and aahing. She smiled ruefully. No use thinking about the past. She was in a dress shop, trying on gowns and thinking about her wedding day. That what's she should be doing.

"I like it," Breach announced outside. Dr. Holiday and Kit exchanged incredulous looks.

"It's…so…"

Breach grinned. "I know."