Just A Kiss (Part 2) by zzmbrashear (reading rainbow books .TXT) 📕

with a beautiful white gown and a handsome Fiance waiting for me at the alter.
"What can I help you with?" A little perky lady said to me. I jumped up.
"Wedding dress." My Mom said..
"What kind of wedding dress are you looking for?" She asked.
"A traditional white gown."I said.
"I have the perfect dress." She said and then motioned us to the storage place. We walked in and we were surrounded with manikins wearing wedding dresses that were white all the way to the color pink. I was amazed at the beauty off all the dresses. The woman walked over to a section that was in the far back and came back with a stunning gown. It was white. It was strapless but tight for the upper half, then it came out at the bottom with two layers. The upper half was sparkly but not to over whelm it. It had a white rose on the left side where the second layer started. My jaw dropped. I had to catch my breath. It was the perfect dress. Its the dress that you dream about when your little. The one you close your eyes to see when your sneaking your mom's heels to wear.
"That's it." I said almost speechless. I turned to my Mom. "That's my dress."
"Ok." My Mom said and the woman showed me where the dressing room was. I tried it on and it fit perfectly. I looked at myself in the mirror and this is the first time that I thought I was beautiful. The first time that I can actually see me and not just my outer appearance. I wanted this dress. I needed this dress. I turned around to face my Mom to see what she thought. She was crying and wouldn't even look me in the eye.
"Mom?" I asked.
"Don't look at me." She said through her sobs and cries.
"Mom????" I asked again.
"You've grown up so fast." She said while wiping her tears with a tissue. "I remember when you were little and I fucked up your life." She said.
"Mom!" I scolded her. "Language."
"I'm sorry, its just you raised your brother when you your self was just a baby. If it wasn't for me you would have graduated high school a year sooner and been on a much better track." She cried.
"If it wasn't for you I would have never met Jake and had Isabelle and I wouldn't change that for the world, no matter how crazy Jacob turned out to be. Don't forget you are also the reason why I met James. You forced me to go to College and I met the man of my dreams. You did nothing but molded me into the woman I am today. Mom, I love you." I told her and she cried harder. I stepped off the pedal-still and hugged her.
"I love you so much, Miley." She said through her sobs.
"I no." I said.
"Mhm." The woman grunted through out touching moment totally ruining it.
"We will take the dress." I told her. I walked back into the dressing room and took the gown off. I didn't want to. I didn't want to take it off ever. It was so beautiful. It was my dream dress and I didn't want to let it go. We went home and we had the dress in the back seat. Every minute or so I would look in the rear view mirror to make sure its still there. I don't know why but for some reason I felt as if It was going to disappear. As if it was too good to be true. I got home and saw James suit hanging on the coat rack in the door way. It was black with a flower in the pocket. I knew he was going to look so handsome in it. James came up to me as Mom and I were carrying the dress up to her room.
"James go away! You can't see the dress!" I said and hide it behind me.
"Come on, babe. Its just a dress. I wanna see!" He said and tried looking behind me but my Dad came up behind him.
"A weddings a wedding, son and if you want it to run smoothly I would let her have it her way, if you know what I mean." My Dad said and nudged his shoulder. James walked away and watched the game with my Dad. My Mom and I scurried up stairs and hide the dress in her closet but his suit. I sighed once we got it in the closet.
"Whats wrong?" My Mom asked.
"Nothing." I said and sighed again. It wasn't intentional.
"Somethings wrong. What is it?" She asked as we sat on the bed.
"This is really happening isn't it?" I asked.
"Yes." She laughed.
"I just get this feeling that if I close my eyes that it will all disappear. I really love James but.." I couldn't find the words.
"I love you is forever. He's not going to leave you like Jacob did. He's real and he isn't going to disappear. He is the best thing for you. You and Isabelle." She said. I smiled to myself thinking about Isabelle.
"Isabelle." I smiled again.
"She is an amazing girl and will grow up to be a beautiful woman. You are doing a great job with her and James can only help." She said and then I hugged her.
"You always know what to say." I told her.

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After weeks of preparing for the wedding it was actually time. The catering was all set up and all the guest arrived. I was looking at myself in the mirror. I was wearing my dress and my hair was down and curled. My Mom knocked at the door and came in.
"Can you help me with my make-up?" I asked her.
"Oh course." She answered and picked up the lipstick and started helping me. When she was done she fixed my hair in the back and stared at me through the mirror. "You are truly beautiful. He's so lucky."
"Thanks mom." I said and turned around and hugged her.
"Before I start crying I have to tell you that I have a surprise for you." She said.
"What is it?" I asked. She stepped out of my view and the door opened. A woman in a maid of honor dress walked in. She was dressed in the light blue dress with a white bouquet in her hands. I looked up at her face and she dropped the bouquet. I ran to her almost tripping on my dress.
"I cant believe its you!" I yelled. I was in tears I was so happy.
"Miley! Oh my gosh! I've missed you so much!" She cried back.
"Michelle, where have you been? I've tried to keep in touch but your letters stopped and I had no address." I told her as we both took a seat.
" I know, I know. I was writing you but then my career took off. Once of my paintings was discovered and out in a art exhibit. I was so busy trying to draw and come out with my new piece that I forgot." She told me. "I now own my own Art Exhibit. Its mainly of my art but others too. My dream finally came a reality." She told me. I was so happy for her but this seemed like a dream. She was really here. I can't believe it. My Mom sat in a chair next to us just listening to everything we have had to say.
"Michelle, I've missed you so much. You have no idea everything I've done and have gone through and it was a thousand times worse since you weren't with me." I hugged her again. She pushed me back and took a good look at me.
"Have you lost weight?" She asked me.
"No, but I don't have the baby bump anymore." I told her with a chuckled. She jumped up and smiled and at the perfect time Isabelle walked through the door. She was my flower girl. She was wearing a white dress with yellow flowers around the bottom. Her hair was pulled back in the front and down in the back. My Mom even put make-up on her. She was so excited.
"Mommy, I forgot where I put my flower basket." She said and sat on my lap. My veil was behind me and she touched it and smiled because it was sparkly.
"Its right there." I said and pointed to the corner where she had set it when she put on her dress. She jumped up and got it. She was about to run out of the room when I stop her.
"Isabelle?" I asked. She looked at me and stopped. "Come here, I want you to meet someone." I said and she sat back on my lap. "This is Michelle. She is your God Mother."
"Hi, sweetie." Michelle said and hugged her.
"Hi." Bella replied.
"You are so big! I remember when you were in your mommy's tummy." Michelle said. Isabelle smiled and leaned into me. Isabelle ran out of the room with her flower basket.
"She is beautiful." Michelle said to me.
"I know. I don't know what I would do with out her." I told her.
"So, whats been going on with you, besides the whole married things going on right now?" She asked.
"Well, I went to college, and that's where I met James. He's a sweet heart. He loves Isabelle just as much as I do and