Ari ♫ ♪ ♬ (gracenotes) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-03-09 12:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, arielle chiaro, audrey leradine |
Who: Ari & Audrey
What: The ugliest bridesmaid’s dress known to man
Where: A seamstress’ shop in the Nobles’ District
When: Yesterday afternoon!
Rating: Tame
Status: Complete!
“Room for one more at this party?” Ari asked, sweeping her cloak off of her shoulders as she entered the high-end seamstress’ shop nestled between a similarly high-end silversmith’s and a tidy little park just a few blocks south of the Nobles’ District crystal. There was Audrey, being pinned into what seemed to be miles and miles of white lace and tulle. It didn’t look like a dress yet, but then, Ari, merchant’s daughter that she was, knew better than most how quickly fabric could become clothing. It would be lovely, she was sure. Vivi had a hand in this affair, after all. “It is finally warm enough to breathe without freezing my lungs,” she admitted, approaching to examine the material further. “It will be spring any day now, certainly. And you said you had something to show me?” Considering where the meeting had been set, and the fact that Aud’s own dress was still a mess of tucks and pins, she was certain there was only one thing it could be. Audrey’s arms were lifted as the seamstress quickly worked pining needle after needle. The blonde could only pray that none of the pins would poke through. Her suffering expression was quick to turn into a grin as her best friend had come through the door. “A spring wedding should be nice, right?” she weaved her words in. “Ah, yes. I do.” Audrey motioned for one of the other attendants to bring over a dress. “I chose your dress. I was hoping you’d try it on so they could fit it to you.” The woman walked back in with a white plastic covering the dress. The seamstress had slowed down her pinning, looking over to the bard almost as if waiting for a reaction. It was clear Audrey’s eyes never left her friend in the mirror’s reflection. Pulling the white plastic off, the dress was revealed. The intended reaction came -- despite her best effort, Ari’s eyes widened, her mouth dropping open, and her face went a shade paler than usual as she stared at the satin monstrosity. She had worn any number of ridiculous things for the stage, but… “You must be joking,” she said faintly. Then, a bit plaintively, “Please tell me you are playing with me right now, or I will be forced to come to your wedding naked.” The room erupted with laughter, Audrey trying her best to keep from moving as the pins poked her bare skin. As soon as she was able to recuperate, Audrey shook her head. “Faram, no. I couldn’t make you wear that. That’s terrible, what kind of friend would I be?” The assistant did her best to cover her smile, putting the dress away. “No, I’d like you to pick a dress. Whichever looks nicest. I’m just ensuring it’s made in the same color and fabric.” Ari took a deep breath and shook her head slowly. “All right,” she admitted, “you definitely win this time.” And since she wouldn’t have to wear the hideous thing -- thank Faram, the attendant was already taking it away -- she wouldn’t have to retaliate quite as viciously, though that didn’t mean she still wouldn’t get Aud back for the prank. Somehow. “If you would like, mademoiselle,” said the attendant, in a rich Anjou accent that made Ari feel almost as if she’d been transported back to her home country, “We’ve a large number of designs in styles complementary to that of the bride’s gown for you to peruse. If you will come with me?” Ari followed, but tossed one last glance over her shoulder at Aud. “You are evil,” she accused. “I am almost impressed.” Audrey’s grin never left, even as her face wrinkled with pain at having another pin accidentally poke her skin. “I always do try my best. Good luck.” The door closed behind the attendant and Ari and Audrey returned to the reflection in the mirror. This wasn’t at all how it was supposed to happen. |