Chapter 20
Author's Note: For those who asked, I scored an 85% on my Management final, which gave me a B in the class. The Critical Care final is on Friday… I only need a 63% on the final to pass, which means I am definitely graduating! But now I have to quit fooling around and get back to studying.
Taylor tried on the bridal gown, and stepped out of the dressing room. She checked in the full length mirror before stepping out onto the floor where the "bridal consultant" waited. She rolled her eyes at the term. The person was just an employee who wore a fancy title because God Forbid, anyone be a salesperson anymore.
She knew what she wanted in a gown, but this being the fifth one she had tried on, it didn't look like she was making any progress. She didn't want strapless, but 98% of the gowns in the store were just exactly that. She wanted something drama and fuss free. Definitely not in the ones she had seen.
"It looks beautiful on you!" the consultant enthused. "You're going to be such a beautiful bride!" She walked over and started to fuss with the gown and the train.
"I don't like it," Taylor announced.
"Why not? It's a perfect fit for you. We would just need to alter it, but it is so you."
"I don't want strapless. I want cap sleeves and less revealing."
"We don't have anything like that, but let me show you some of the new ones that just came in."
Before Taylor could say "Don't bother," the bridal consultant was hurrying away toward the stockroom.
She caught a glance at another bride to be heading for the mirror and she stepped aside so the new one could check out the back of her gown.
"Thanks," the woman said gratefully. "I didn't know looking for a dress was so much of a hassle."
"Me either," Taylor agreed. She looked down at the gown she was wearing. "This is number five. Definitely not me regardless of what the bridal consultant says.
"This is number three and it's a possibility although I'm not in love with it as much as I should be. When's your date?"
"May 17th. We had to plan for when all of our friends weren't working the weekend."
The woman stopped and turned. "We have the same problem. My fiance's friends work every other weekend, so we have to plan for when they aren't working."
"What does he do?"
"He's a squad lieutenant with CFD."
Taylor smiled. "What house?"
"25."
"Mine works at 51."
The woman's jaw dropped. "My fiancé used to work at 51. He had to transfer out because he passed his Lieutenant's test."
"So you must be Kaitlyn," Taylor mused. "Jeff's your fiancé."
Kaitlyn looked at her, eyes practically popping out of her head. "You know Jeff?"
"Not personally, but I've heard nothing but good about him. He is really missed at 51."
"And you're-?" she asked.
"Taylor Williams. Fiance is Joe Cruz."
Kaitlyn smiled. "I love Joe! He's such a sweetheart. You've got a good one there."
Taylor smiled. "Yeah, I do. I think I'll keep him."
"Hey, I know this probably sounds weird and all, but since we're in the Sisterhood, do you want to grab some lunch and make a battle plan for a new bridal shop? I'm not finding anything I like in here."
"That sounds like fun," Taylor agreed. "I'm not finding anything I like in here either."