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Hermione feels her chest tighten from the moment she steps into the dress shop. There are soft colors surrounding her on all sides, a mixture of white and faint pastels, in such quantities that Hermione can't even imagine how she'll ever be able to find the right dress in time. For years, she's dreamed about what her wedding day might look like, and even if Hermione doesn't have the extensive notes that others her age might, there's an excitement that thrums just under her skin as she hurries into the shop.
She's invited some of her friends to join her — anyone who has a couple hours and the patience to spare. Even though Hermione knows that the wedding will be perfect simply because of the man who will be standing at the end of the aisle, she wants all of the other details to fall in place. Having more eyes and opinions will only make her feel more secure in her skin.
"Do you know what style of dress you're looking for, dear?" the shopkeeper asks her, a sweet woman with a heart-shaped face and delicate brunette curls.
Hermione parts her lips, on the cusp of deferring to her judgment entirely, but a moment later, she nods. "I think I'd like a long dress," she admits, feeling her cheeks flush. "White, perhaps with a hint of lace."
Half an hour later, Hermione stands back up on the stool in front of the tri-panel mirror, turning around slowly and feeling the weight of the skirt.
"What about this dress?" she asks, brushing errant curls of hair out of the way as she spreads the skirt, feeling the fabric against her palm.
[ help hermione pick between dress one, two, three, four. ]
She's invited some of her friends to join her — anyone who has a couple hours and the patience to spare. Even though Hermione knows that the wedding will be perfect simply because of the man who will be standing at the end of the aisle, she wants all of the other details to fall in place. Having more eyes and opinions will only make her feel more secure in her skin.
"Do you know what style of dress you're looking for, dear?" the shopkeeper asks her, a sweet woman with a heart-shaped face and delicate brunette curls.
Hermione parts her lips, on the cusp of deferring to her judgment entirely, but a moment later, she nods. "I think I'd like a long dress," she admits, feeling her cheeks flush. "White, perhaps with a hint of lace."
Half an hour later, Hermione stands back up on the stool in front of the tri-panel mirror, turning around slowly and feeling the weight of the skirt.
"What about this dress?" she asks, brushing errant curls of hair out of the way as she spreads the skirt, feeling the fabric against her palm.
[ help hermione pick between dress one, two, three, four. ]
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Date: 2014-08-27 06:00 pm (UTC)So she is there, waiting excitedly for Hermione to come out in the dress she is trying on. Moving along another row of dresses, she brushes her fingers over the skirt as she imagines wearing one herself but she is pretty sure that mentioning getting married might freak Damon out. An actual relationship is a new thing for him after all.
Distracted from her thoughts, she turns as she hears the rustle of fabric behind her and immediately brightens at the sight of the dress on Hermione. "Oh, it's stunning!" She coos a bit, moving closer. "You look amazing, Hermione."
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Date: 2014-08-27 06:46 pm (UTC)He meets her at the shop with a grin and a wave, just as she's trying on a dress.
"Ron will faint at the altar, guaranteed," he tells her, his grin widening into a smirk.
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Date: 2014-08-28 03:57 pm (UTC)So it's weird being surrounded by wedding dresses, knowing most people would expect her to be buying one, too, and not having any intention of doing so. It's weirder still to be here because Hermione texted her, but she'd totally meant what she'd said about being friends again. Things change, that's just life, and Kate can totally roll with the punches.
"Wow," she says when she finally spots Hermione. She looks seriously beautiful and that wow is all Kate can think to say.
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Date: 2014-08-28 08:38 pm (UTC)She used to think about all this for herself, so sure that her own wedding day wasn't far away. Now, well, she and Emmett haven't talked about it, but she thinks they both know she wants to finish law school first. She's in no hurry now, knowing he's right for her. Maybe she was only ever trying to keep Warner tied to herself, rushing along like that, and that should have been a warning. It wasn't like this, like Hermione and her Ron, loving each other so long, finally walking the aisle to make official a bond that seems to have existed for years already. That's how love should be, she thinks. That's what she wants.
"You look so beautiful. Oh, everything is so pretty."
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