Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 68

My mouth drops, “I-is this the entire dress shop?”

“‘Yes dear, your fiancé said you were a little nervous about other customers in the shop seeing some burn scars, so he paid for me to close the shop for the day and bring everything here. That way you’re in the privacy of your own home. Who am I to say no if Bronx Mason personally calls says he is getting married? This is a beautiful mansion by the way, so many employees!” 1

“Oh, thank you, ma’am. They’re like family. I can’t imagine what we would do without them,” I say still in awe as I look around my living room. She is clearly human, so we can’t let on that we’re werewolves. I’m not sure why she is so impressed by Bronx personally calling but he is well aware that I don’t care anymore if people see my scars. It’s just a cover story. I am more comfortable with my body nowadays. But it is such a sweet gesture by him. Now I don’t have t o have anxiety over the real reason I was worried about going to her shop. I don’t even want to think about how much it cost Bronx to have this sweet woman move her entire store inventory to my living room.

“No need to call me ma’am, dear. I’m Sheila. These are my assistants Lisa and Suzel,” she smiles at me as she points to the younger women standing beside her, “Let’s get started. Suzel will help the bridesmaids select some styles for us to look at while Lisa and I help you find your perfect dress.”

Sheila turns to my three bridesmaids, “Lenora, dear, are you due before or after the wedding?”

“Oh, before. In five weeks actually,” she responds, holding her plump belly.

“Perfect. We should be able to have all three of the bridesmaids wear matching dresses if that i s what you prefer, Miss Latmus. Now,” she turns back to me, “my paperwork says your name i s Iokaste but you go by Kas. So unique, what’s the origin of such a pretty name?”

“It’s Greek. My parents were both from there. It means violet.”

“That’s beautiful! Steeped in tradition, I’m sure.”

“Oh, yes ma’am. I mean Sheila. Deeply steeped in tradition. Also, please just call me Kas,” I hear the girls giggle beside me.

“Alright then, Kas. We are going to have a good time today. Let’s get started!” Sheila says in a sing song voice. She seems like the type of woman that likes to give hugs to strangers, “Now, what type of dress did you have in mind? What do you imagine looking like on your big day?”

“I’d like to look like a goddess, Sheila. I have some clippings from magazines,” I pull out my binder and start flipping through. To my surprise, she didn’t bat an eye at my statement. I thought for sure it would come off sounding conceited.

and even a couple of sketches I did on my own. Suzel and Lisa also look over our shoulders murmuring about style numbers,

broadly, “I have several options in mind. Mr. Mason said spare no expense. So, at

eyes slightly at Bronx’s power move. That sneaky snake. I look over to my bridesmaids who are all avoiding eye contact

I think open backs for our statuesque bridesmaids. Empire style will

girls with a genuine smile, “I agree. We

giggle, but I do

picks up a clipboard and takes Lenora,

a partition to undress. While

These scars are from a fire?” Lisa says in disbelief,

that I’m older,” I say, “Everyone who will be at the wedding knows and I kind of want it to be a badge of honor, so if we can find a dress for me that has an open back like the bridesmaids, I

is a wedding dress wizard,” she smiles

not the one. The second one doesn’t flatter my figure. But the third one, feels different. Like it is

as she makes some final adjustments to the straps, “Come

behind the partition and onto the little platform. I look in the mirror at the women behind me. I

wide and glassy. Delilah is standing, with

flowing sheer fabric begins where the leaves end on the back of my shoulders, making it look like a long, sheer, pleated cape. The fabric extends to the floor creating a beautiful, long train. The back of the dress comes to a V near the small of my back. The front also has soft pleats starting at the shoulders and forms a deep V that stops just above my navel. A silver belt that looks

no to this dress, we’re

top of my head, I look like I was always meant to wear this dress. I look like a goddess. I mean, I am a goddess but now I

look gorgeous,” Lex whispers in my mind as Lisa and Suzel pin the bottom of the

smile to her, “Being a goddess never seemed real until now, Lex. It was all just an

are. You look so

“Who? My mother?”