Mr Proud And Mrs Insensitive – chapter 20

MR. Proud And Mrs. Insensitive

Husband and wife

A romance novel written by : Pamela James

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Chapter 20

Micheal’s p.o.v

For a moment, I saw her… like, really saw her.

The bright smile on her face was one that I knew was special because I hadn’t seen one quite like it before.

She saw herself the way she wanted to be.

The bride, but without all this other crap.

The woman who looks into the mirror and sees her younger self smiling sweetly back at her, proud to be standing in that dress.

She is happy because she can tell herself that she did it the way she wanted to do it.

But I know, the second that dress is worn a little too long, or put back on that rack, she is going to realize she is back here with me.

She isn’t doing this because she’s found the person she wants to spend the rest of her life with but instead she’s doing this to run from something she can’t run from.

She’s hiding from it and waiting to feel better – to feel full again. But she won’t, not by waiting, not by running.

“I really like this one!” She beams, swaying from side to side in the puffy dress that looks like its straight out of a fairytale.

“What do you guys think?” She turns to face us.

Once again, it’s that smile that sells every last bit of it.

A shine like that is priceless.

“It’s lovely, Dear.” My mother replies softly as she looks at her in awe.

“You look beautiful.” I say, speaking my mind.

My mother peers over to me with a slightly surprised look.

I know it’s an odd comment for me to make, especially after everything that happened only a few weeks ago, but it’s true, she does look beautiful.

Honestly, she just looks beautiful when she’s happy.

I’m so used to seeing her nervous or scared that I forgot that this was an emotion she could express and it’s wonderful to see.

After my comment, she smiles even wider and seems to like it.

Then, she turns back to the mirror and swishes the dress around a bit more.

She’s now tried on thirteen dresses and none of which have made her look this happy.

I can tell this is the one, I could tell the second she put it on and saw herself, the question is, does she know that yet?

Just as I had predicted, the smile slowly fades from her face after a few moments longer.

Her fingers grab each other and she begins fidgeting again.

Suddenly, I begin to feel it too – the anxiousness.

I just want that smile to stay a little longer, as long as it can anyway.

But, I knew this would happen.

No dress, no vale, no ring is going to make her happy, not for as long as I’d like her to be.

“I-um… actually…I think I’m going to try again another day…” she says, looking down at her fidgeting hands.

“But Love, you look beautiful! I thought you liked this one…” my mother interjects.

“It’s nice… really nice but I just… I think I need to do this another day…” she admits, stepping away from the mirrors and walking back to the change rooms.

My mother looks to me with a look of disappointment.

Moments later, Amanda returns in her normal clothes ready to head home.

She looks awfully guilty when she comes closer to us.

“I’m sorry, I wasted your time… I didn’t mean to… it’s just-”

“Oh, don’t worry about it! I didn’t find the right dress on the first day either!” My mother hugs her, rubbing her upper arms to comfort her.

They head for the door, but I need to speak with that lady who helped dress Amanda.

“I’ll be right out.” I tell them.

My mother looks back confused.

“I have to deal with something.” I say quietly, so only she can hear since Amanda is up front.

She nods and follows her out.

Tbc