Finally, I pull out an old cotton dress with tiny strings on its back that grandma gifted me when she learned that I like boys. The revealing dress came in handy at least. I may not have a honeymoon but I can look good while celebrating it.
" Miley, aren't you listening?" Oh, Isa is still wearing the ring but she's leaning on the wall now.
" Yes, I heard. I can't do that but I can wear this while getting wasted. It's my wedding day, I have to look good. I think I need a hairdo" she huffs, walks up to me to take the dress from my grasp.
" That's old. I have the perfect dress for you" she says rummaging through my closet to fetch a strapless pearl beaded cocktail dress that is going to reach my knee with flowers pleated around the chest cavity to the back like white roses. It does look better than the cotton dress I'm holding.