M: 6/?
Hailey's POV
"You know, I had you pegged as the big white wedding girl, not let's quickie it at city hall." Megs teased as we waited in a change room at Vera Wang to find a dress.
"You know, I used to think that too, but honestly, I'd marry him in a brown paper bag on the corner of the street if it meant I got to spend the rest of my life with him." I said smiling.
"Well, honey, I'd like to think we were a little better than a paper bag." The consultant said, walking in with 2 short dresses, "I think you'll like these, why don't you try them on?"
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"I think the one with the embroidery looks better." Megs said as I played with the hem of the tiered dress I had on.
"I think you're right. We'll take it." I said to the consultant and he nodded, grabbing the other dress and running off with it while I went to get changed.
"Honey, I talked to our seamstress, she won't be able to have to alterations done for a few days. The consultant said walking into the room and my jaw dropped as I slid my sweater on and stepped out of the change room.
"I need the dress tonight." I demanded and he nodded.
"I know, sweetie, but 2 days is the fastest she could have it."
"I know what we can do." Megs offered and we both looked over at her.
"You, get a dress you actually want, not a short one you can wear to city hall." She said looking at me before glancing over at the consultant.
"You, have the dress done in the 2 days promised, and I'll head to Pittsburgh to plan something extremely small for you two, then you can go into bridezilla mode planning something bigger for the off season, alright?" she said, sounding like she was talking to her team about a play, not about a dress.
"That works, thanks Megs."
"No problem, Hails." She said, grabbing her phone from the table, her jacket sleeve slipping back enough to see the familiar black ink across the inside of her wrist. Soutenez-moi.
"Hey, I've always meant to ask you what your tattoo means. I can't remember you not having it, other than when we were little, but you never told me what it was French for." I asked, sitting down beside her and she smiled, glancing down at it.
"It means Stand By Me, a...friend of mine picked it out for me when I was...16 I think. I don't remember, I just know I've had it for ages." She said rolling back her jacket sleeves to see it better.
"I love that song." I said and she smiled nodding, tapping the beat of the song on the edge of the end tale beside her.
"When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me." She sang the Ben E. King song softly and I smiled.
"Your mom would be so proud of you." I said and she stopped tapping.
"Thanks."
"You know I'm proud of you, right?" I asked, grabbing her hand and giving it a squeeze and she smiled, squeezing mine back.
"I know you are, just like I'm proud of you." she said, hugging me tightly.
I'm so glad she went back to Pittsburgh, when I finish filming next week, that's exactly what I'm going to do. I missed her so much, not that I didn't see her much, but I'm used to having her around 24/7, it was culture shock when I moved to New York without her.
"Alright, get your ass into gear, we have a wedding to plan."
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Who do you think picked out the tattoo?
JORD. obviously picked out the tattoo!!! and awe ok a little bit of waiting is good :)
magnolia613 1 year ago
haha didn't I tell you about the tattoos?
XcrosbyxXxfearlessX 1 year ago