"Oh, no," Spike said. "You aren't pregnant again...are you?"
"No, I'm not pregnant," Emma said. "Just all of the stress, and when you said that it reminded me of what a horrible mother I was."
"Oh dear," Spike said. "Well, I'm sorry. But don't ever do that again. I thought you were pregnant! Don't scare me like that!"
"Sorry," Emma said.
And so as time went by, Emma and her mom kept on planning, and Emma kept freaking out over every little thing that was going wrong or had the possibility of going wrong.
Finally the day came where Emma and her mom went wedding gown shopping. They chose the best looking place in the mall, a Bridal Bliss store. They spent hours trying on every dress they could find that they liked.
"How about this one?" Spike said, holding up a dress as wide as Emma was tall.
"Ugh," Emma said. "No. I would look way too puffy and way too much like an idiot. How about this one?"
Emma held up a slinky, lower than low cut dress that went straight down with no poof at all.
"No way is any daughter of mine getting married looking like that," Spike said.
"Fine," Emma said. "Crud. We have been here for hours and we still can't find one single decent dress."
Just then a saleswoman came sauntering up, beaming broadly.
"I couldn't help overhearing your predicament," she said. "And, I think I have the solution."
She reached deep into a rack and pulled out a very plain dress with a modest neckline, a bit of lace on the bottom, and that poofed out just a bit as a pooled down to the ground.
"Well," Emma said. "It is...nice. But it's a bit plain. Not really my style."
"Oh, try it on honey," Spike said. "It won't hurt."
So Emma walked into the dressing room, rolling her eyes and sighing. There was no point in trying this dress on, it was way too plain. There was nothing to it. But, obeying her mother, Emma slipped it on. She then turned around and looked at herself in the mirror.
"Wow," she said.
It looked exquisite on her. However plain it might be, it was gorgeous on her. It gave her a great figure and pooled down to the floor just right. The only problem was the veil. Emma did not like it at all, it was way too puffy. However, she had already decided that she was only going to wear a tiara, and no veil. Emma stepped out of the dressing room and twirled around.
Spike oohed and ahhed appropriately, and told Emma that she looked wonderful.
"So," said the saleswoman, with an even bigger smile on her face. "Shall I wrap that up for you?"
"Yes please," Emma said.
She then went into the room again and took the dress off. Handing it to the saleswoman, she kept thinking that there was something familiar about her.
"This is a gorgeous dress," Emma said as the woman wrapped it up.
"Thank you," she said. "I made it. I make many of the dresses that we sell here, since I own it."
"Wow! That's very impressive. Well, this is going to sound weird, but do I know you?" Emma asked.
The saleswoman face nearly split in two as she smiled.
"I was wondering what would take you so long to recognize me!" she said. "It's me, Manny!"
"Oh my gosh," Emma said. "Manny!"
"No, I'm not pregnant," Emma said. "Just all of the stress, and when you said that it reminded me of what a horrible mother I was."
"Oh dear," Spike said. "Well, I'm sorry. But don't ever do that again. I thought you were pregnant! Don't scare me like that!"
"Sorry," Emma said.
And so as time went by, Emma and her mom kept on planning, and Emma kept freaking out over every little thing that was going wrong or had the possibility of going wrong.
Finally the day came where Emma and her mom went wedding gown shopping. They chose the best looking place in the mall, a Bridal Bliss store. They spent hours trying on every dress they could find that they liked.
"How about this one?" Spike said, holding up a dress as wide as Emma was tall.
"Ugh," Emma said. "No. I would look way too puffy and way too much like an idiot. How about this one?"
Emma held up a slinky, lower than low cut dress that went straight down with no poof at all.
"No way is any daughter of mine getting married looking like that," Spike said.
"Fine," Emma said. "Crud. We have been here for hours and we still can't find one single decent dress."
Just then a saleswoman came sauntering up, beaming broadly.
"I couldn't help overhearing your predicament," she said. "And, I think I have the solution."
She reached deep into a rack and pulled out a very plain dress with a modest neckline, a bit of lace on the bottom, and that poofed out just a bit as a pooled down to the ground.
"Well," Emma said. "It is...nice. But it's a bit plain. Not really my style."
"Oh, try it on honey," Spike said. "It won't hurt."
So Emma walked into the dressing room, rolling her eyes and sighing. There was no point in trying this dress on, it was way too plain. There was nothing to it. But, obeying her mother, Emma slipped it on. She then turned around and looked at herself in the mirror.
"Wow," she said.
It looked exquisite on her. However plain it might be, it was gorgeous on her. It gave her a great figure and pooled down to the floor just right. The only problem was the veil. Emma did not like it at all, it was way too puffy. However, she had already decided that she was only going to wear a tiara, and no veil. Emma stepped out of the dressing room and twirled around.
Spike oohed and ahhed appropriately, and told Emma that she looked wonderful.
"So," said the saleswoman, with an even bigger smile on her face. "Shall I wrap that up for you?"
"Yes please," Emma said.
She then went into the room again and took the dress off. Handing it to the saleswoman, she kept thinking that there was something familiar about her.
"This is a gorgeous dress," Emma said as the woman wrapped it up.
"Thank you," she said. "I made it. I make many of the dresses that we sell here, since I own it."
"Wow! That's very impressive. Well, this is going to sound weird, but do I know you?" Emma asked.
The saleswoman face nearly split in two as she smiled.
"I was wondering what would take you so long to recognize me!" she said. "It's me, Manny!"
"Oh my gosh," Emma said. "Manny!"