"I know, I know," she waved off his concern, "I just wanted to wear it. I never made it down the aisle. You know, you probably would have liked my ex. He was very serious and hard-working. You could have been grumpy at me together. Of course... I was a lot different then..." Ash probably wouldn't believe it, but she wasn't too much different than him back then. Her mother flipped a switch in her and ever since she had been the police-avoiding Breeanna Park she was today.
Picking up the skirt again, she walked herself to the dressing room for a final time. Taking off the dress, she pet it, almost sad she already had to take it off. One day, right? Every woman's little girl dream. She'd say it'd be nice for Ash to be there, but if he did show, he'd probably be spending the entire time convincing the groom he couldn't handle her even if he wanted to.
This costume was final and Ash would just have to accept it. She couldn't waste all night on an outfit! This time it was an outfit fashioned after a SWAT team member. Although, not like any SWAT person she had ever seen. What? She had seen a few. It came with a white tank that read SWAT across it and tight black dress that had three pieces of material across the belly with clasps fashioned at the end. They could be snapped close or pressed open to rest loosely. Bree choose the click them closed. The outfit came with a pair of fishnets with wide holes that accented her exposed mid-thighs nicely. She finished the look off with some cute black knee-high boots, and elastic bands that she supposed by the advertising picture on the outfit, was for her thigh and upper arm. After pulling on the fingerless gloves, she was ready to probably be disapproved a final time.
"No matter what you say I'm keeping this one," she informed him, "It's your fault. I'm all out of outfits and this is what I have left." Eyes fixed to him, she waited for the disapproval that was sure to come...