Chapter 8: Doubt
The new few weeks passed quickly for me. There were no new cases at work. There was lost of paperwork though. I hate paperwork with a PASSION. I was busy getting ready for the wedding though. The dreams had stopped all together. I hated to admit it to myself but I missed them. I missed Him.
One day I was shopping for a wedding dress with Ashley, a fellow officer and my bride's maid. Ashley was the other A-girl. We were called that because both of our names started with A. We were inseparable. The only that came between us was our boyfriends the B-boys. It was the stupidest joke at the station. Bobbie and Ashley vs. Brent and Alice. Brent and I were the "mature" pair.
Anyway Ashley and I were shopping for my wedding dress. We found this tiny seamstress shop, I don't even remember what it was called. We pulled in and knew that there was something special about it. We walked into the store and looked around. The walls were covered with the most gorgeous dresses in the world! They all were simply and elegant. We were gazing around in wonder when we heard someone addressing us from behind. Ashley and I whirled around in surprise to find this tiny old lady staring up at us. She must have been less than four feet tall!
'Excuse me. Are you here looking for something?' The little old lady's eyes were sparkling. Ashley opened and shut her mouth several times as if to speak but somehow she could not find the words.
'I'm looking for a dress. I'm getting married in a few months.' I said and poked Ashley in the shoulder to snap her out of it. She jumped about a foot in the air and landed as red as a tomato.
The old lady laughed. 'My name is Rosie. What is yours?' her voice was weathered and soft. It was comforting.
'Alice.' I replied. The old lady smiled and took me by the hand and led me to the back of the shop. As she took my measurements we made small talk. Rosie had hand made every dress in the store. She had begun when her three daughters got married and she discovered that she had talent in making dresses. Her husband had died in the Vietnam War. After that they had moved to Canada from Montana where women could get better jobs.
After several minutes Rosie had finished. She smiled. 'I have the perfect dress. Wait right here.' She skittered off to find the "perfect dress".
'She sure I something. Ain't she Alice?' Ashley asked as we watched the tiny woman go. I nodded she reminded of someone. But no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't place who. I didn't help that I could remember almost nothing of my life before five years ago. All I had was the song, the dreams, and the arrow. I had kept the arrow under the bed where Brent wouldn't find it. The closet was Brent's mess. But under the bed was MY territory.
Rosie came back carrying what had to be the most gorgeous dress in the store! I was simple really. It was long and flowing, not puffy like a lot of wedding dresses tend to be. It hung off one shoulder leaving the other bare. On the opposite side a flower was embroidered in silver thread across the hip. Tiny white beads were stitched into the silver lining on the hems. It was "perfect". I caught my breath. Rosie smiled, obviously expecting the reaction. 'Well try it on!' she said.
I slipped into the dress. It fit perfectly. I knew that this was it. This was the dress that I was going to get married in. I turned to Rosie and Ashley. 'Well, what do you think?" I asked. Ashley just stared but Rosie appeared lost in thought.
'Something is missing.' She said and skittered away again. She came back with a stack of "somethings". She had a pair of silver slippers, shimmery not tacky, a diamond-studded hairpiece in the shape of a butterfly, and sapphire necklace on a thing silver chain. Add the price of all that to the dress and I was guessing about $40, 000. But I let Rosie wrap my hair up and place the hairpiece on. I slipped into the sliver slippers, Cinderella style. Ashley clasped the necklace behind my neck. Ashley and Rosie stepped back and looked at me with approving smiles.
I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the full-length mirror in front of me. I looked like a princess, I really did. I smiled as I pictured the look on Brent's face if he saw me walking down the isle looking like THAT. As I modeled the dress in front of the mirror and I didn't notice that Rosie and Ashley had left the room. I felt the soft, silky texture of the fabric. I marveled at the detail of the embroidery. Then a swish of gold caught my eye. I looked into the mirror and saw the man of my dreams. Literally. Legolas was standing in the doorway, there were tears in his eyes. He looked positively heartbroken. I turned around to tell him to leave me alone, but he wasn't there. Had I imagined it? Suddenly, felt very dizzy and then the floor came rushing at me and I fell into blackness.
AN Gasp! Does that dress not sound perfect? Ooh perfect man, perfect dress, sounds like Tindomriel, I mean ALICE has everything going for her doesn't it? I'm back now. I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I was in Edmonton visiting my Dad.
The new few weeks passed quickly for me. There were no new cases at work. There was lost of paperwork though. I hate paperwork with a PASSION. I was busy getting ready for the wedding though. The dreams had stopped all together. I hated to admit it to myself but I missed them. I missed Him.
One day I was shopping for a wedding dress with Ashley, a fellow officer and my bride's maid. Ashley was the other A-girl. We were called that because both of our names started with A. We were inseparable. The only that came between us was our boyfriends the B-boys. It was the stupidest joke at the station. Bobbie and Ashley vs. Brent and Alice. Brent and I were the "mature" pair.
Anyway Ashley and I were shopping for my wedding dress. We found this tiny seamstress shop, I don't even remember what it was called. We pulled in and knew that there was something special about it. We walked into the store and looked around. The walls were covered with the most gorgeous dresses in the world! They all were simply and elegant. We were gazing around in wonder when we heard someone addressing us from behind. Ashley and I whirled around in surprise to find this tiny old lady staring up at us. She must have been less than four feet tall!
'Excuse me. Are you here looking for something?' The little old lady's eyes were sparkling. Ashley opened and shut her mouth several times as if to speak but somehow she could not find the words.
'I'm looking for a dress. I'm getting married in a few months.' I said and poked Ashley in the shoulder to snap her out of it. She jumped about a foot in the air and landed as red as a tomato.
The old lady laughed. 'My name is Rosie. What is yours?' her voice was weathered and soft. It was comforting.
'Alice.' I replied. The old lady smiled and took me by the hand and led me to the back of the shop. As she took my measurements we made small talk. Rosie had hand made every dress in the store. She had begun when her three daughters got married and she discovered that she had talent in making dresses. Her husband had died in the Vietnam War. After that they had moved to Canada from Montana where women could get better jobs.
After several minutes Rosie had finished. She smiled. 'I have the perfect dress. Wait right here.' She skittered off to find the "perfect dress".
'She sure I something. Ain't she Alice?' Ashley asked as we watched the tiny woman go. I nodded she reminded of someone. But no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't place who. I didn't help that I could remember almost nothing of my life before five years ago. All I had was the song, the dreams, and the arrow. I had kept the arrow under the bed where Brent wouldn't find it. The closet was Brent's mess. But under the bed was MY territory.
Rosie came back carrying what had to be the most gorgeous dress in the store! I was simple really. It was long and flowing, not puffy like a lot of wedding dresses tend to be. It hung off one shoulder leaving the other bare. On the opposite side a flower was embroidered in silver thread across the hip. Tiny white beads were stitched into the silver lining on the hems. It was "perfect". I caught my breath. Rosie smiled, obviously expecting the reaction. 'Well try it on!' she said.
I slipped into the dress. It fit perfectly. I knew that this was it. This was the dress that I was going to get married in. I turned to Rosie and Ashley. 'Well, what do you think?" I asked. Ashley just stared but Rosie appeared lost in thought.
'Something is missing.' She said and skittered away again. She came back with a stack of "somethings". She had a pair of silver slippers, shimmery not tacky, a diamond-studded hairpiece in the shape of a butterfly, and sapphire necklace on a thing silver chain. Add the price of all that to the dress and I was guessing about $40, 000. But I let Rosie wrap my hair up and place the hairpiece on. I slipped into the sliver slippers, Cinderella style. Ashley clasped the necklace behind my neck. Ashley and Rosie stepped back and looked at me with approving smiles.
I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the full-length mirror in front of me. I looked like a princess, I really did. I smiled as I pictured the look on Brent's face if he saw me walking down the isle looking like THAT. As I modeled the dress in front of the mirror and I didn't notice that Rosie and Ashley had left the room. I felt the soft, silky texture of the fabric. I marveled at the detail of the embroidery. Then a swish of gold caught my eye. I looked into the mirror and saw the man of my dreams. Literally. Legolas was standing in the doorway, there were tears in his eyes. He looked positively heartbroken. I turned around to tell him to leave me alone, but he wasn't there. Had I imagined it? Suddenly, felt very dizzy and then the floor came rushing at me and I fell into blackness.
AN Gasp! Does that dress not sound perfect? Ooh perfect man, perfect dress, sounds like Tindomriel, I mean ALICE has everything going for her doesn't it? I'm back now. I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I was in Edmonton visiting my Dad.