Chapter 83. Dress

I feel overwhelmed and almost sickened by the amount of white. The dresses are white, the walls are white, the fucking carpet is white. It looks too pure, and I just want to mess shit up.

Lucia sits laughing, clearly sensing my thoughts.

“So not white then?”

“I hate white.” I do, even for a wedding dress. I hate the colour white. It’s pure and reminds me of a virgin marrying. “Do I look like someone pure and innocent?” Everyone laughs. “Plus, no. Just no.” I don’t do white.

“So, no white at all?” The woman looks at me.

“I’m fine for it to have white on it. Just not entirely white. I will look like a wall.” Everyone laughs, but it’s true. “I like colour.” I do.

“Okay, and the style?” She looks at me.

“I want...” God, what do I want? “I don’t want anything traditional. I want a kind of off-shoulder, sweetheart neckline. Oh, and needs to have a high slit.” I hear Lucia laugh.

“The dress style?” The woman smiles.