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was too tired. So I told Kristi she could.
    After we picked up Savannah, we stopped at the diner down the street to get a quick bite to eat. Savannah and Kristi were already talking wedding stuff the second we sat down at the table. This was of no interest to me. I wasn’t into the whole wedding scene thing. I just never really understood why someone would spend so much money and make a big deal for a dress you wear once.
    Spend all this money on decorations, flowers, food, etc. For a reception that lasts like three hours when half the time you’re not really enjoying it because you’re worried about making sure everything is perfect. Yeah, I say no thank you.
    For today though, I had to get rid of my anti-wedding spirit and put on a happy face.
    Savannah and Kristi were two of my oldest friends. We grew up together. Kristi was the one getting married and Savannah and I were just two of her seven bridesmaids. They both knew I wasn’t into the wedding stuff so they didn’t bother to include me in the conversation unless they needed my opinion about something, which wasn’t often.
    After we finished eating, we paid the check and headed to the bridal shop. It was about a half hour drive and since they were continuing the wedding talk in the car I decided to take a nap until we got there. It only took me about five minutes to pass out. I don’t know anyone who could have sat there listening to the different types of flowers and the meaning of them and different meanings of each color and what they represent and blah, blah, blah.
    When we got to the bridal shop I felt like I was in my own personal nightmare. Bright pink, pastels, ruffles, lace, and giddy women everywhere. I looked to my right and there was a women trying on a wedding gown. Her face was just glowing with anticipation at the thought of walking down the aisle in that perfect dress. She stood there, turning back and forth twirling the skirt of her dress.
    To my left I saw a bridesmaid in the most god awful dress ever created. It was pumpkin orange, floor length, and ruffles, ruffles, and more ruffles. She looked as miserable as I felt. Straight ahead was Kristi, her eyes bright and shining. Her cheeks were just the slightest shade of pink, the way they always get when she’s excited, and she had a smile from ear to ear. Looking at her happy was enough for me to put my own self-loathing aside, for a little while at least.
    Kristi’s dress was beautiful. It was like a Cinderella gown and it sparkled every time the light touched it. Kristi let us pick the bridesmaid dresses, so luckily we weren’t stuck with something horrendous like the poor girl I saw earlier.
    Our dresses were a deep red color and hit just above our knees. They were satin and strapless and very form fitting. I planned on not eating much the week before the wedding.
    The girls talked about more wedding stuff with the consultant while we paid for the dresses. After we were all taken care we left the shop and headed home.
    I got back to my house around 4:30. Perfect, enough time for me to take a real nap. Before I lay down I text Logan to see if he was coming out tonight. He didn’t answer so I just figured he was busy. Then I sent Peyton a text to see how she was feeling. She offered to drive tonight letting me know she was definitely feeling the repercussions from last night. Fine by me, that meant I could actually drink tonight. When I was done talking to Peyton, I turned on the TV and lay down for my nap.
    I woke up in enough time to eat, shower, and get ready. I decided to wear my new dress I just bought and my hair up. It was even hotter and more humid than last night so I was not about to fight with my hair. Throwing it up in a messy bun was just easier and less time consuming.
    After my shower I checked my phone to see if Logan had text me. Nothing. I let it go and finished getting ready. I was almost done when Peyton text me to let me know she was outside waiting. I quickly finished up