A week later...
Sara was out of the hospital, and two dates had been marked on everyone's calendar. The banquet, and the wedding. Sara, Tara, and Catherine were shopping in a designer store that Tara had convinced them to go in. They were each picking two gowns. All the women were picking out dresses for the banquet, but Tara was picking her wedding dress. Catherine and Sara had been made bridesmaids. Tara was an only child, and her parents were afraid to fly over from London.
"Sara, look at this one! It would look so perfect on you!", Tara squealed as the three girls ran around like kids in a candy store. The dress Tara was holding out for Sara really was perfect for her.
She took it into the fitting room, and came out. Tara and Catherine stared at her in awe. She looked like a model in the dress.
It was a floor-length gown. It was made of red silk, with a sheer black mesh-ey fabric over it. It was fitted and cinched around the bust, and the black mesh flowed down to the floor with lacy streaks here and there. It had two spaghetti straps, and a short train in the back.
Sara looked so beautiful, she almost forgot to look at the price.
"900 dollars?", she shreiked when she found the tag. "For a dress?"
"Yea, so? Thats not that bad.", Tara said. The other two women stared at her with a confused look.
"Not that bad? Tara, how much money do you have?", Catherine asked. It was a rhetorical question, but Tara didn't realize that, so she answered.
"About 50 million, why?", she calmly stated. Then she realized they didn't know she was rich. They stared at her until she was so uncomfortable, she had to say something.
"I can buy it for you. It'll be a 'congratulations, your not in a coma!' gift. I won't take no for an answer."
"Um, ok." Sara only agreed because she looked so beautiful in that dress.
"Now, we all have dresses, so you guys wanna help me pick out my wedding gown?", Tara inquiered.
"Of course! This'll be fun.", Catherine answered for both of them as they went to the back of the store.
About three hours and a bajillion dresses later, Catherine picked another dress out for Tara. Tara asked the saleswoman for her size, and she dissapeared into the fancier dressing room. When she came back out, it was like she stepped out of a fairytale.
The saleswoman described the dress to them. "It is a strapless ivory two-peice corset bustier, an ivory lace skirt in a mermaid style cut. That means a narrow bdy-hugging waist that fares dramatically at or below the knee. It is made of a matte ivory satin. It would look good with a waterfall-style veil in ivory."
The woman's technical words meant nothing to Tara. She looked in the three way mirror, then turned to Catherne and Sara. They had tears in their eyes.
"Do you think Greg will like it?", Tara asked them happily.
"Tara, I think that he will think he is dreaming. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.", Sara said as she imagined Greg's reaction.
"I am getting this dress. I am going to get married in this dress."