A Good Little Girl Like You (A Sample)

bridesmaids were also swaddled in pink. Rebecca had met

them only minutes before and had forgotten their names

amid the annoyance of the dress. So she went with her first

impressions and thought of them as Bubbles and Alien Girl.

Bubbles was a dark Mediterranean beauty with an

overabundance of both enthusiasm and breasts. She

definitely looked the best in this dress, although she would

probably look good wearing a garbage bag. Alien Girl was

tall and gangly thin. Her hollow eyes rarely made contact

with anyone and gave off a somewhat catatonic look. She

was either a genius or mentally ill. Or, as Rebecca first

suspected, from another planet.

Everyone froze when Rebecca returned from the

changing room. She had their complete attention,

something she never wanted when she was young. Back

then, her safest strategy was to hide from her older sister to

avoid contempt and ridicule. Things were different now,

and she didn't mind that everyone turned to look. Everyone

except Alien Girl, that is, who continued to stare in the

mirror, clearly more interested in her new, human form.

The shop assistant approached cautiously. "I'm sorry,

dear. We have to do something about your hair." She walked

away with a purposeful stride. Good. Justice would be done.

While they waited for an acceptable solution, Kay

Samson emerged from the changing room in her bridal

dress. Her white satin off-the-shoulder Vera Wang gown cut

a path through the sea of pink. She stared at her red-headed

bridesmaid with an expression that alternated between

horror and laughter. Laughter won in the end, and she let

out a nervous giggle. "Sorry about that, Rebecca. We sure

picked the wrong color for you. I didn't know anything

could be so hard to look at." Rebecca nodded in peaceful

agreement.

The shop assistant bustled back into the room and

proudly showed off her solution: three hats that

complemented the dresses but clashed even worse with

Rebecca's red hair. It didn't matter. She hid her clashing

curls under the hat and turned to the mirror. She'd

definitely need to change into a different dress after the

ceremony.

Now that her hair was hidden, Rebecca could see that

the dress didn't look so bad after all. Her round face and

hazel eyes were more noticeable, too. All in all, she seemed

somewhat cherubic-almost cupid-like. But the god of love

wasn't something she wanted to dwell on right now. Her

own love life was nothing to be proud of.

Rebecca and Quentin had been dating for the past year

and were going nowhere. A former business school

classmate, Quentin was smart, handsome, and well