Wedding Dresses, Frills and Spills
By: Princess Erika
Chapter 4:
Jean took out a compact mirror from her bag to take a close look of how she looked like. She had gotten a makeover with Jessica the day before, and a big change it has been. Her long, waist-length red hair was snipped to a layered, chin-length bob, which was flicked out and had gold, honey and auburn highlights. Her eyebrows were perfectly arched, this time professionally waxed, and her makeup bag was revamped too. Her boring lipbalm and mascara were thrown out, and replaced by new, branded goods. She transformed from geeky to glam in a matter of hours.
"Jean!" A familiar perky voice squealed from a distance. Jean turned her head to scan the train station for her friend, and saw a petite brunette running her way.
"Hey Kitty," Jean smiled, as she stood up and straightened her navy pencil skirt. She approached her friend to help with the bags. "How was your trip?"
"It was like, really cramped in the train, but other than that, it was ok." Kitty examined her friend and smiled from ear to ear. "You look great Jean! Like, why didn't you tell me you're a vixen? Are you sure you're single?"
Jean smiled, clearly flattered, but thought to herself 'I didn't tell you I was a vixen because I didn't look like this when we talked.' She decided to go with the flow. "Ha, Kit, I am single. And nah, I'm no vixen."
"Oh please," Kitty retorted. "As if you don't know you look hot."
Jean sighed, clearly beaten by her friend who was two years younger. "You think I pull it off well?" Jean asked, secretly thinking of what Scott was gonna say when he sees her.
"Duh, you look like a goddess. So… You wanna show me where you live?"
Kitty gawked at everything as soon as she saw Jean's classy apartment. Kitty was stunned by how beautifully furnished her friend was, and how big the apartment was, considering Jean was single.
"This'll be your room for the next two days." Jean said, opening the door to her guest room. The sight of the room simply took Kitty's breath away. Against the wall was a deep red canopy bed, and across the bed was a big window. "So if you need anything to eat, just take it from the kitchen. Need help unpacking?"
Kitty snapped out of her speechlessness and turned around to look at her friend. "Unpacking?" She asked her friend as she raised her eyebrow. "Forget that. We're like, in New York, so let's shop!"
The two friends grabbed their purses, and stormed to the nearest boutique. As they rummaged through the racks of luxurious clothes, Jean remembered Kitty had a doctor's appointment when they talked on the phone, so she decided to ask her friend what it was about. "Hey Kit, what was your doctor's appointment for?"
Kitty turned to face her friend and took a deep breath, as if she was just about to deliver big news. "Well," Kitty sighed and looked at her older, more mature friend. "I'm pregnant." Jean's eyes widened.
"Oh my god, really? Kitty that's such great news!" Jean exclaimed as she hugged her small, and now pregnant, friend. Kitty smiled at Jean's comment.
"I was planning to tell you after the wedding, as my own little surprise for you, but you brought up the doctor's appointment and I just couldn't wait!" Kitty squealed, letting go of her friend. She started rummaging through the racks of clothes again. "I want you to be my baby's godmother."
Jean's heart felt warm and fuzzy. "I'd love to be your baby's god momma!" Jean said warmly. "I bet your baby will be a brunette." Jean joked.
"Well duh," Kitty laughed. "So, you ready to try those on?" Kitty asked, gesturing to the pile of clothes Jean was holding. Jean nodded and they both went to try the clothes on.
The pair bought just about every piece of clothing they touched, and only went home when the shops were about to close. The next day, the two "bonded" again, and bought their dresses fro Rogue's bridal shower (both the girls were maids of honor, so their dresses were going to be provided) which was happening three days before the wedding itself.
"Jean hurry up and pack, we're leaving in half an hour!" Kitty called out to her friend, who was secretly looking at her old pictures with Scott, back when they were still in high school.
"Just move on and be happy…" Jean told herself as she ran her hand through a picture of her and her former lover in a school fair. A tear slowly rolled down her cheek.