Blame it on the Wedding Dress Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Saturday

After a night without much sleeping I woke up at nine in the morning. My dreams had tortured me and presented a number of scenarios of how Katie would punish me. Some of them appeared nice to me, but others gave me a lot of pain. Would she really present my mental attitude to the world? The world would probably be okay but what would my parents think about their son? And our neighbors? Would I have to leave the mansion and to start a new life somewhere far away?

I took a shower for at least half an hour. I tried to wash away these thoughts and to begin this remarkable day positively.

Usually, I enjoyed these festivities very much. And that is because of my habit or, let's name it, my fetish. How I love the well dressed girls and ladies attending the party! Sometimes in the past I needed to have a break now and then to relieve myself while imaginary enjoying a certain woman in a wonderful dress.

And today? Would I be able to do this as well? After yesterday's outing by my sister?

After dressing in my casual jeans and sweater I headed down for breakfast. I was alone in the dining room except our old parlormaid, who showed up occasionally and complained about me being late – as usual.

I couldn't eat much, only some cookies and a slice of toast and, of course, two big mugs of strong tea.

"Katie hasn't shown up as well", the maid muttered when I was finished and she took away my dishes. "But she has enough to do with her preparations for the most important day of her whole life." Then she added with a smile on her wrinkled face: "Oh, she will look amazingly! I have helped her with her bridal gown, and it fits her perfectly! She has selected such a wonderful satin and lace gown! Oh, you will be astonished when you see her! She will absolutely be the most beautiful woman of the wedding!"

Her words brought back my memory of that marvelous gown stretched out over the wires in the drying room. Yes, she was right. It was such a great dress! And I was close to wearing it by myself when Katie appeared. Or when she came in at the right time to save her wedding, seen from her point of view.