Chapter 5 – When a Plan Comes Together… or Not
"Is this Gluskin fellow after a Cinderella-themed thing? Like he puts that glass shoe on your foot and if it fits, you will have to play the role of the bride, or what? How will he choose the one?" Miles asked casually. Waylon flinched. "I don't get your cheerfulness, really. We are pretty much being forced to dress up as fake brides, sorted by a criminally insane person, who – heaven forbid - might lead you to the fake altar and have you say your fake vows in front of a whole asylum. What is there to be happy about?" he said uncomprehendingly.
"Waylon, do not lose your spirits! We have to stick together, because only our joint efforts will be enough to solve the situation. Now think. It's not that hard. If either of us is picked, then the other will simply stand up and say 'I object!'. Wedding's done, but we still can get a slice of cake at the end of the day. Well, it's not that big of a treat since those weirdos made it." Miles winked and was overally satisfied with his plan.
Waylon was not so much. "Miles, I appreciate your way of thinking, yet I find your impulsiveness highly worrisome. I won't be a Hannibal to your Murdock. We need an elaborate plan this time, a plan that will cripple that bastard Blaire once and for all."
"Shoot the genius, Mr. Park" Miles answered with no small amount of satire.
"All right. The first part of my plan is the same as yours. The second part of it will be your job to do: you will have to execute some things the exact way I will tell you to do, got it?" Waylon ordered.
"God, I hope you DO have a plan B." Miles moaned. "But hey, I figured we could be in a worse situation. Imagine if you were to marry Chris Walker with a Star Wars themed wedding, where he is roleplaying Jabba and you are his Leia. Gross."
[five minutes later]
Waylon nervously entered the room which was labelled as "Bridal Dressing Room", with hand-drawn hearts around the letters. There were 5 to 6 pageant contestants in the room, already fiddling with their lockers or with their dresses. Waylon did not recognise any familiar faces, which he could not decide whether it was a relief or not.
The leftover bridal gowns were hung up on a hook. Waylon selected the least provocative and most traditional one and looked around uneasily. How is he supposed to get into this thing? He was not there when his wife, Lisa put on this heavy burden of a clothing. Should he just jump into it and hope for the best?
"Need some help, Park?" a slimy voice questioned. He followed the source of it and it turned out to be possessed by one of his favourite lab assistants, Andrew, a pervy dude. Still, he had no choice and he copycatted Miles' uncaring attitude. "Yep, Andrew, it would be quite nice of you."
"Then strip, Park." Andrew purred. "Gosh, I hope I did not put on some weight since the last rehearsal. That'd be a major turn-off for the groom to stand beside an elephant on such a gleeful day, don't you think?" said Waylon teasingly while trying to cover as many body parts as he could.
Andrew raised his bushy eyebrows. "On the contrary, dear. You will have to put these inside your dress to make you more… desirable" and he handed Waylon bra stuffings.
He looked at them quizzically, thinking to himself that "They will never-ever pay me enough for this". He adjusted everything (yeah, even the stuffings) and turned around. "How do I look?"
"Really nice. I hope I will have the right of the first night" answered Andrew. Waylon face furrowed into one big frown, but he could not respond since his heart skipped a beat a second after. A broad-shouldered, tall figure entered the bridal dressing room.
"What did I just hear, darling? Who would like to have the right of the first night with whom?"