LILA CROSS
The dress made me look fat.
Not actually fat because I was not fat, I was perfect, but fat in the way wedding dresses always managed to make perfectly thin women look like overstuffed pastries. Too much fabric, too much tulle, too much everything drowning out my perfect body
I ripped it off and threw it at the nearest maid, the fabric hitting her in the face. "Next one, you incompetent fool."
She scrambled to pick it up while another maid approached with a different dress, this one with lace sleeves and a sweetheart neckline that looked like it belonged on a grandmother.
"Are you trying to make me look like a virgin bride?" I snapped, snatching it from her hands and holding it up. "This makes me look like a thirsty bitch about to suck a man's cock for validation."
The maids exchanged glances but said nothing because they knew better than to respond when I was in a mood.
