Page 30 of Yorix

Chapter 16

Lynn

“Oky, can you show me what you’ve got in dresses?” I said, turning around to face Lucille. We were leaving tomorrow and while doing this without Yorix wasn’t what I’d hoped for, it was what it was. Though, it did mean I could keep the dress a surprise from him as was traditional, which I rather liked the thought of.

“Did you have anything in particular in mind?”

“Well, we’re getting married on a beach, so I’m thinking it should be available in a soft blush pink, kinda like the inside of a seashell.”

“If you’re on a beach, you probably do not wish for a train,” Lucille said thoughtfully.

“No. In fact, I’m thinking mid calf.” I then described to her the dress I’d envisioned since childhood. “No veil,” I added. “Xero’s arranged for me to wear a plumeria crown.”

“I believe I have something that will suit. Not usually worn as a wedding dress, more the mother of the bride or even a bridesmaid, but there’s no reason it can’t be.” She motioned me over to show me something on her tablet.

I gasped. It was perfect!

“Yes, that’s it! Oh, it’s so Aubrey Hepburn! I can wear it to the luau later in the wek with my hair up like hers!”

Chris crowded in. “Oh, that’s stunning. You’ll need the shoes too.”

“We can replicate both the dress and the shoes. “If you’ll take your shoes off and stand on the scanner marks, please.”

I did as she asked and Xero made quick work of measuring me. Lucille gestured for Chris to follow her into a small room in the back, where he could look at pictures of suits on the wall turned computer display when the door opened, admitting Oshar and Korah.

“Are we too late?” Korah asked.

I laughed as he looked too cute with the way his face was scrunched up all worried. “Did Xero not tell you that all he needed was to scan you to get your current measurements?”

Korah grinned back at me. “He did but this afternoon was hand-to-hand unarmed sparring, so we left it to a couple of the other instructors to supervise.”

“We’ll do the same for them another day so they can have a free afternoon,” Oshar explained.

“Oh. Well, that’s nice of them. It’s just a shame Yorix can’t be here too.” I couldn’t keep the tone of disappointment out of my voice and they looked at me sympathetically.

“Would it be better if we just left after providing a quick scan?” Oshar asked.

“What? No! I’m really glad you’re here, actually. He’s back there looking at pics of himself in about a million different suits.” I rolled my eyes. “He finds one he likes, then freaks out when he notices the brand. Please go help him decide and calm him down. It’s a tux for a once in a lifetime wedding,” Oshar growled possessively. I ignored his alpha male display and continued, “And he can wear it over and over again to different black tie things. But he just kept saying, ‘More black tie events? What other black tie events?’ and ‘That’s Dolce and Gabbana! Do you know how much that probably costs?’ and ‘Tom Ford! Are we Tom Ford kind of people? I don’t think I’m fancy enough to wear Hugo Boss or Tom Ford!’. And if that’s not enough, he’s having trouble deciding between gray or blue. I had to come out here to get some fresh air before I decided to pick for him. I’ve already chosen my dress and I can’t pick out Yorix’s tux until I can make sure they won’t be wearing the same one! If he’s wearing blue, Yorix will be in gray. If he’s in gray, Yorix will be in black. And if he’s in black, Yorix will be white. My dress is blush, so that’ll be fine.”

They both stared at me dazedly.

“And what colors will we be wearing?” Korah asked, sounding hesitant.

“That depends on what he chooses. Don’t worry, I’ll help you sort that out.”

“So, in that room there?” Oshar asked, pointing..

“Yep. He’s dressed so just go on in.” I snorted. “Everyone thinks bridezilla but no one ever mentions groomzilla.” Now the poor dears were looking very alarmed, so I reached over to pat their arms. “No, he’s not really that bad. I’m just venting. Please go convince him on a tux and then help him choose the color. Then call me in and I’ll decide on Yorix and yours.”

Oshar nodded as they both slowly walked towards the indicated door as if it held their doom.

“I don’t know, maybe we should pretend we didn’t come and go back,” Korah whispered, seemingly unaware that it carried quite well across the small space so I heard every single word.

“And leave him upset and undecided? It’s our wedding, too, and he’s our mate. We can’t do that.”

“But she said zilla at the end of those words and I think that means he’s all ‘rawr’ like that thing in the vids he made us watch.”

“I never thought I’d ever see the day you’d act like a coward.”