RP: Jenna and Savannah Who:Jenna and Savannah Where:The Farm When: December 17 Summary: Jenna asks Savannah to be her matron of honor
She couldn't believe that she was about to do this. In truth she was nearly afraid to, because with Savannah there would be discussions. A lot of them. She'd talked to her father already and let him know the date, but she'd rethought the uniform. It was a nice idea, and if they'd decided to wait until after the baby was born she'd gone for it, but she knew what the pregnancy uniforms looked like and they were tents, not uniforms.
She might not care all that much about the perfect wedding, but she didn't want to look hideous either. So she was stuck with a dress - and that meant Savannah would likely have opinions. She'd probably not approve of not white, not pink and not long. She was thinking possibly blue, maybe ivory or silver, but not virgin white when she most definitely wasn't a virgin.
She could take that discussion when it came, however, and now she first of all needed to ask her to be the maiden of honor, and to do that she needed to go and talk to her.
She waited until after the morning meeting, cornering her before she could go anywhere. "Savannah, could I talk to you? I have something important to ask you, in private."