Love Me As I Am novel Chapter 52

We stopped at a huge shop where wedding gowns were being advertised. "I guess this is the shop," I sighed.

A guy from the other car quickly rushed to open the door for us and we stepped down.

"Thank you," I smiled and he bowed before he walked away. Laura stared at me in awe.

"Okay, why are you stealing glances at me," I turned to Laura. It has been too long, I have not been able to focus with the way she was staring at me.

"I wasn't stealing glances at you," she said and I sighed. "My mom won't hear us, we are behind her and she's too serious with this wedding gown stuff to care about us."

"Okay," she sighed and I motioned for her to go on.

"How does it feel when you have servants at your disposal. I mean, that guy opened the door for you, do you get that treatment everyday?" She grinned.

"Actually, it feels great but am used to it now, and yeah I usually get treated like that everyday but when I came here all that changed and I must say it was very stressful. I admit, I felt lazy but now I know that I have to learn," I stated and she smiled.

"Good," she smirked and I rolled my eyes. Our chat was cut shortly by my mom and her attitude.

We all walked into the shop and a lady walked up to us, wiggling her glasses and it seemed nerdy.

"Welcome to the PR....." She shifted her gaze from her book to us and she immediately shivered.

"Your Highness," she bowed. "Please this way," she led nervously.

The place was neatly arranged with many wedding dresses and I sadly say that, no one caught my eye.

"Here it is," she picked up a box and turned to me. "The dressing room is this way," she said as she led me to a small room. It was a bit large but I've seen larger one's.

"Let me help you with that," she stated and I nodded, before she helped me slip into the dress. It didn't take minutes to put it on, and I didn't like it at all. It's too princessy. I thought it was a wedding gown not a huge ball gown.

I love that it has sleeves but it's too....fancy? Glimmerish? Idealistically my mother type? What else again?

"Mom this is sooo....not my type," I whined as I stared at myself in the mirror. "I think it's beautiful, I love it," mom clapped and I almost glared at her. Again almost. Why is she making me almost do things today.

"Mom, it's my wedding and my wedding day is my day to be happy, even though am not. At least let me choose my own dress, something that suits me," I stated and she nodded.

"Okay, you can have your wish," she granted and I smiled. I looked around the room and my eyes caught something.