But it’s been fun getting excited about something like this, something I would have done with my own mother. It was bittersweet spending the day and getting ready with her. She seems the most excited about it, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t having a good time with her. Now I’m starting to think he wanted me to go because he likes the idea of me spending time with his mom like this. This isn’t something I’d normally spend money on, but I could tell how much Ren wanted to go. I glance down at the price tag, happy the dress isn’t too expensive and that I’ve been getting paid in cash for working at the hardware store. “We’ll take it,” she tells the salesperson before unclasping the hook in the back so I can slip out of it in the changing room. I know because he can’t keep his hands out of it when we kiss. “Hair up or down?” Janet asks as she plays with it.
In fact, I can’t recall the last time I was this happy. He won’t even let me carry my own freaking backpack. Now that I think about it, I’m not sure Ren would be okay with me wearing heels.
You don’t have to worry about your feet.” “They aren’t too tall, plus that’s why you have a man to hold on to at these things. She bats her hand in the air, likes it’s no big deal. “Yes, but I’m not sure if I can walk in heels. “I have some shoes that will go with that dress. “I’m telling you, it’s perfect.” She does a little hand clap, her excitement bubbling over. I turn and look in the mirror, biting my lip and wondering what Ren will think of it. We have been dress shopping all morning, and I’m not sure who is enjoying it more, her or me.
“I love it.” Ren’s mom, Janet, is smiling so big I can’t help but return one. I even kind of look like her with my blonde hair and blue eyes. The bottom flares out, creating the illusion of an hourglass figure, and I feel like Cinderella in it. The top part has a sweetheart neckline that’s fitted and edged with rhinestones. I look down at the light blue gown feeling a like a princess.
She’s my everything, and letting her go, even if it’s only to her house, breaks my heart a little more every time. I always hate the end of the day when I have to say goodbye to her. We laugh the whole way to the diner, and then sit on the same side of the booth holding hands and talking before our night is over. “Let’s get you some dinner and then I’ll take you home.” “That was all your fault,” I say, reaching over and grabbing her hand.
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