“Okay, you’re right. It is worth all your time but, believe me, once you hear me out, you’ll forget you even saw this picture. Just hear us out, and I promise you’ll understand everything once and for all and afterwards let’s go out and search for your wedding dress. Your wedding is within less than a week darling.” Mom manages out the words in a soft voice that calms down the beatings of my heart a little.
I nod slowly before crossing my arms over my chest and demand, “Explain.”
“Honey, this is so beautiful,” My mom gasps, placing her hands on her cheeks as she wipes a few involuntary tears that managed to escape her eyes.
“Mom, don’t cry! You’ll make me cry, and I haven’t even seen myself yet.” I chuckle lightly.
“Well, turn around then.” She gestures with her arm as she asks, “What are you waiting for?”
Getting up from the baby blue, leather couch she was sitting on, mom heads towards where I’m standing with my back facing the mirror planted on the wall. She holds out one of her hands for me to take, and I do. I place my hand into her smooth one and follow her lead as she turns me around in order to face myself.
“Oh my God! Mom, I love it!” I wipe under my eyes quickly, not giving a chance for the workers of the wedding dress shop to spot my happy tears before I observe my reflection in the mirror. How can I describe this dress?
It’s more than perfect.
If you’ve ever dreamed of having your own fairytale moment, like me, then this- the silhouette I’m wearing- is the silhouette. I’ve heard that ball gowns are one of the most classic wedding dress silhouettes, and apparently they are.
Right now, this gown is giving me the Cinderella effect and even though it sounds childish, I’m totally delighted with the fact. The one I’m currently in features a fitted bodice with a corset and a wide, full skirt made of layers of tulle. The full skirt glides over my hips and lower torso, making the silhouette perfect to cinch in my waist.
The woman who helped me pick out my wedding gown did say that this is one of the most regal silhouettes — the Duchess of Cambridge, Grace Kelly, Jackie O, and Princess Diana all wore ones similar to the one I’m wearing, and her mere facts caused nothing but fuel my excitement even more.
“I know!” My mom pulls me into a tight hug before unwraps her arms from my shoulders as she lets out a squeal. “I think this is the one.”
I smile as a rush of excitement pumps through my veins. Twirling in my place, I can’t fight back the lone happy tear that leaks down my cheek. “I think so too.”
After I changed back to my normal clothes I came in wearing, we paid for the wedding dress and started heading back home.
“Your father and your brother are going to be super-excited when they hear that you found your wedding dress.” My mom smiles as she drives us both back home.
My eyes look out the window, observing everything we pass by, and I find myself silently thanking God, feeling grateful for everything that’s happened. Suddenly, it feels like all the heavy weight of stress, which was resting on my heart, flew off. Not only did I find the perfect wedding dress, but my parents also explained to me everything regarding my miscomprehension, causing them to disappear for good.
Not too many seconds after I waited for them to explain, my mom started blurting out everything, and I mean everything. A few years ago, my parents ran into ‘Evelyn’ and ‘Adam’ on Valentine’s Day. Apparently, both my parents and the couple went out to the same exact restaurant by coincidence as a date and that’s where my parents felt like they were slapped in the face when they saw Evelyn.
They thought Evelyn was actually me and went yelling at the poor girl, pulling her away from ‘Adam’ who he had his arms wrapped around her shoulders. They thought I was dating a boy behind their backs, thus they were livid. Only when Evelyn started yelling back did they notice how different our voices sounded, and that’s when they knew for a fact that she wasn’t me.
“We were so confused,” my mom tells me, “She looked like she was you! You both shared the same face, body and age; we didn’t find an explanation. When we showed her your picture, she understood the puzzlement we felt because it started showing on her face as well. Curiosity held us three captives- your dad, Evelyn and I- so we thought we’d take Evelyn to a doctor, have him take some of our blood and check our DNAs so that we’d see if she matches with mine or your father’s, but it didn’t.”
My mom’s eyebrows furrow in amazement and fear before she continues, “We’ve never seen anything like this before throughout our entire lives. We thought maybe I for some weird reason had messed up the number of babies I was having when I had you, and your twin got taken by the wrong parents at birth, but it wasn’t. The thought that a stranger looked exactly like you but wasn’t related to us in anyway, drove your father and I both scared and mad at the same time.”
“We didn’t get in touch after this one time when we saw her at the restaurant,”
