Chapter four.
By greyeyedgirl
A/n: all new chapter! This is where the story really takes a turn… ;)
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"This sucks," Cristina complained loudly, as Meredith and Izzie dragged her through the store. One or two of the other customers, all ecstatic, yet oddly violent-seeming, women, turned to stare at her.
Izzie smiled in a very friendly manner at one of the women staring. "She's nervous," she told the woman, smiling pleasantly. "And tired."
Cristina rolled her eyes, leading them through the racks of white dresses.
"Hi! I'm Vella. Can I help you?" The young blonde woman smiled, stepping forward, taking in the interns' designer jeans, Cristina's cashmere sweater, and Izzie's Birkin bag.
"We're looking for a wedding dress," Meredith said firmly. Cristina turned to shoot her a death glare.
"Of course! Which one of you is the lucky lady?"
Izzie and Meredith turned to smile at Cristina, who smiled uncomfortably.
"Really," Cristina said hurriedly. "We can find a dress on our own. Seriously."
"Don't be ridiculous, Cristina. She's here to help," Izzie said, smiling perkily. Cristina turned to look at her.
"I don't need help. I'm perfectly capable of shopping by myself, as I reminded both of you earlier."
"We'll call you if we need assistance," Meredith said, trying to smile, to Vella.
"Of course. I'll just be over here, helping another customer." Vella stepped away.
"Honestly, Mer. Who would wear something like this?" Cristina asked, pulling at a white silky dress covered in lace.
"Obviously not you," Izzie said, who personally thought the dress was very pretty. "Come on over here. Look at this one."
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Cristina stepped into the apartment several hours later, closing the door behind her, dumping one of her shopping bags on the floor.
Burke looked up from the table where he'd been eating a late lunch and was immersed in "Exploring Judaism, Volume Two: Moses's Roots."
"Did you find a dress?" He asked, smiling as she dragged herself into the kitchen.
"Yes. Fourth shop we went to," Cristina said, sitting down at the table and helping herself to his plate. "I'm picking it up next week, when we get the bridesmaids' dresses. They have to readjust some of the measurements."
Burke smiled, imagining her in the dress. "So what's in the bag?" Burke he asked, looking down at his plate as he took a sip of his orange juice.
"Shoes," Cristina grunted, gesturing down at the bag. She was just reaching for something else off of Burke's plate when the phone rang. Cristina jumped up, heading into the living room for the nearest phone.
"Hello?" Cristina asked, holding the phone to one ear as she headed back into the kitchen.
There was a short pause.
"Um yeah, he's right here. May I tell him who's calling?"
"Here," Cristina said a moment later, handing the phone to Burke. "Someone named Bill."
Burke took the phone, now grinning. "Hey," he said into the phone. Cristina headed to the fridge, taking out a Sobe and gulping it down.
"That was my best friend," Burke said a few minutes later, hanging up the phone. "The best man. Just wishing us congratulations, getting some details for the wedding."
"Mm," Cristina said absentmindedly, sitting down, now poring through the mail pile.
"But, that reminds me. Your mother called earlier."
Cristina put down the envelope she had just picked up, staring at him. "What?"
Burke went back to picking at his food, putting a forkful in his mouth and then swallowing, before continuing. "Thanks for not telling her we're not getting married, by the way. That felt good. She barely knew who I was." He looked up, finally letting his significant anger show.
Cristina rolled her eyes, exasperated. "Burke, I didn't tell her because she's not invited!"
Burke took his plate, picking it up and going to put it in the dishwasher. "Of course she is. She's your mother. She's flying up to help with the wedding."
Cristina stared at him, horrified. "What?"
Burke turned around to look at her. "She wanted to help. She knows how hard planning a wedding, especially in such a short amount of time, can be. Maybe she'll be a big help." He smiled. "Cristina, relax! It's your mother."
Cristina stared at him, then shook her head. "No."
Burke sighed, stepping towards her. "Cristina…"
Cristina took a step backwards, before shaking her head even more fiercely, then pushing past him towards the door.
"Cristina!"
Cristina didn't look at him, just opened the door and ran out.
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A/n: dun dun dunn… Seriously though…this chapter even bores me. :-Z sorry bout that. I'll try to make it better. Eventually. Later. Whatever. ;)