When the four "ladies" reached Joanne's apartment, they were eager to try on the bridesmaids' dresses. Mimi spent so much time going through racks and racks of gowns; the owners were ready to kick them out before they had a chance to try on the red-hot dresses.
"Oh Pookie! Come out, come out, wherever you are!" The bedroom door swung open and crashed into the wall. Joanne winced. She awkwardly stood in the doorway, self conscious of the ruby garb clinging to your body. "Wow…" Mimi gulped.
"Do I really have to wear this?" Joanne asked. "Of course you do Sugar! I never thought I would live to see the day that you actually wore something so, so, foxy!" Angel exclaimed. "Baby, you should really wear clothes like this more often," Maureen uttered as she approached her unsure girlfriend.
Joanne leaped to the phone when it rang, happy to have an excuse for getting away from her friends staring. "Hold on a second," Joanne said into the phone. "Mimi! It's for you!"
"Hello?" "Hey, Mims," Roger said softly. "What's up?" she asked. "Well, I got a call from your parents…they want to have dinner with us tonight." "WHAT?" Mimi shouted. "I haven't talked to my parents in years! I always ignore their messages! Did you say yes to them?" "Well…ugh" "YOU DID!" "Mimi, calm down. It'll be fine. We don't have to tell our life story to them. We'll just make polite chit chat," Roger said trying to sound reassuring. "Roger, you haven't met my parents! They can get anything out of anybody! It's like they're lawyers or something!" Roger sighed. "Well I've got to go. Mimi, please try and change your mind."
Before Mimi could reply, Roger had hung up. "I guess getting married had it's obstacles," Mimi thought as she walked back into the living room to see Angel and Maureen model their dresses.