Despite our complicated relationship, the thought of Sarah making a dress for me was actually a lovely idea.”Really? You’d do that for me?” I asked, touched by the gesture. “Of course, Jess! It’ll be perfect!” she replied with a smile that seemed nothing but sincere at the time. The rest of the evening went off without a hitch.
I was surrounded by the people who loved me, and even more, my cousin wanted to do something so intimate by making me a wedding dress.Everything felt right. We spent weeks choosing the design and fabrics. We pored over the magazines and websites, and finally, I had an idea in mind. One day, I met Sarah at her office, ready to take my final measurements so that she could start with my dress.”You’re going to look amazing,” she said, taking my measurements precisely, jotting down everything carefully on her writing pad.”Oh, I hope so,” I said, taking a sip of my coffee as Sarah put her measuring tape away. “I’ve been on a strict diet, and I’m finally happy with my weight. So, it’s just about maintaining my figure now.” “You look good, Jess,” she said. “But if anything changes and you find yourself losing or gaining weight, just let me know, and you can come in for another fitting.” I nodded and left, eager to see how my dress was going to turn out. But when I went for the final fitting, things took a turn.I slipped into the dress, but something was wrong—it was way too small. I couldn’t even zip it up, no matter how hard I sucked in my breath. “Jess! Are you crazy to gain weight before the wedding?” Sarah asked, her tone dripping with mock concern. My heart sank. We were two weeks away from the wedding, and judging from this fitting, I didn’t have a dress.”I haven’t gained any weight, Sarah,” I replied. “I’ve been too stressed to eat. If anything, I should have lost weight because of that!” Sarah shrugged, barely concealing a smirk that was plastered onto her face. “Well, I’ll try to fix it, but with the wedding so close, I can’t make any promises. I have other clients waiting for their orders, too, Jess.”Her words rang loud and clear in my head as I drove away from her office. And then it hit me — this wasn’t an accident. I recalled the way she spoke to me, and the tone in her voice. There was no remorse in her mistake. There was no mix-up in measurements. There was no weight gain with me.”Show me the dress?” he asked, pouring himself a glass of water. “What! No!” I exclaimed. “The dress may be a mess, but it’s bad luck for you to see!” “Look, why don’t you take the dress to Mrs. Lawson?
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