Chapter 3
"Come on, ladies!" Mor grabbed Feyre's hand and practically dragged her into the shop, followed by Amren, Viviane, Nesta, and, of course, Elain. The laughter stopped and everyone fell silent as they walked in, staring at all the beautiful gowns. "Welcome, my friends, to Velaris's biggest wedding dress shop, Once Upon a Bride."
A rather tall lady approached the group. "How may I help you ladies today? Oh, High Lady! Forgive me, I didn't realize it was you. I hope I am correct as to why you have chosen to visit my humble establishment?"
Morrigan threw her arm around her High Lady's shoulder, "My friend is here to buy a wedding dress, Millicent."
"Of course, follow me." She led them to a fitting area with a large, plush sofa for the girls, and took Feyre to a small room with a large mirror. She brought in two chairs and sat down to discuss. "What are you looking for in a dress? Something to show your arm, perhaps?"
Feyre smiled fondly as she glanced at the eye tattooed on her palm. "No peeking," she whispered. She could practically swear the eye winked at her. Feyre and Millicent - "Please, call me Millie" - talked for a few minutes, before Millicent left with a sparkle in her eye.
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"What is taking so long? At this rate, we'll never be home in time for dinner." Nesta was pacing, waiting for her sister.
Elain looked up from the bit of knitting she had brought, "Nesta, please be patient. This is very important for her. We'll still have plenty of time. The bread is sitting in the oven so it will be warm no matter when we get home."
Nesta huffed and gracefully plopped onto the sofa again. Amren and Viviane were chatting, no one really knew how this friendship had started, and Morrigan perched in her spot, looking ready to spring up and hug her friend or kill someone.
Slowly, carefully, Feyre stepped up to the little pedestal in front of the sofa, dressed in a shimmering A-line gown, a belt as black as the night of her court fastened securely around her waist. "Well, what do you think?"
Elain sighed, "You look lovely, Feyre." Viviane nodded vehemently.
Nesta glared, "I don't like the sleeves." Feyre glanced down at the large, puffed sleeves.
"I think I agree." She picked a little at them.
Amren kept filing her nails, "Not for you." Morrigan pouted, but didn't disagree.
"Let's keep looking."
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After another hour of trying and rejecting, Feyre was almost ready to cry. Finally, a chance to properly marry Rhysand, and nothing. Everything was either too wide or too flowery – her rejection – and she was just about ready to go home. Feyre wished Nuala and Cerridwen weren't visiting family so they could be here. She straightened a little when Millicent entered the dressing room, holding, curiously, just one dress.
"My lady, I apologize for your disappointment. I try to make all of my customers happy, no matter who they are, but not finding something for you is the worst of all. You and your mate have been so kind and helpful to all the businesses in Velaris." Feyre sniffled a little as grateful tears filled her eyes.
"So, my lady, I have one last dress for you." The tears in Feyre's eyes finally spilled over as she saw the gown held in front of her.
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Morrigan and Viviane held onto each other's hands for dear life, as if trying squeeze out everything they were feeling as Feyre stepped onto the pedestal once again. Mor finally gave up and ran to hug her friend. "You look beautiful, Feyre." Viviane nodded and cried.
Elain gracefully joined the hug, "I am proud to call you my sister."
Even Nesta and Amren teared up looking at her. The gown was perfect, showing her figure, hiding her scars, and glowing like starlight.
"You really have got to learn to control the glowing," Amren accused. Feyre laughed and dimmed her light, a gift from the Day Court.
As they exited the shop with the dress in hand, Feyre realized maybe they could do this, after all.
And with that, I leave you, dear readers, until next time. What did Feyre's perfect dress look like? Anyone artistic, leave a picture in your review! I want to see what you think.