EroticReverie

Giselle Galas

It's two days later and I'm sitting on the plush couch inside the bridal shop as my sister tries on her twentieth dress. She looked good in every single one, yet was still not finding a "yes" dress.  Her and Valen were so in love that they didn't want a long engagement, but to be fair they've been dating for years, so there wasn't really a need to wait any longer. They already knew this is what they wanted, this life long commitment. Because that's what it was. Divorce, wouldn't be an option. Our mothers, my own specifically would probably disown Fleur if her and Valen ever got divorced. I mean, the blow my mother poor reputation would take? I roll my eyes to myself just thinking about it.

"Can you manage to be off your phone for two minutes Giselle?" My mother scolds me quietly, as I pull out my phone to check my texts from Rainer. 

"I literally, just took my phone out." I argue as I smirk at the text from Rainer. If my mother knew it was Rainer Rancourt i was texting she'd be singing a different tune. But I wasnt telling her that I was now dating the third Rancourt "boy". She'd ruin it, and even though she'd approve, and be over the fucking moon, I didn't want to give her the satisfaction. Because she didn't deserve the satisfaction.

I loved my mother, as uptight and status hungry as she was, as rude as she could be, she was still my mother. But I was long past trying to impress her. Because even if I did tell her I was dating Rainer, she'd still find something wrong, or something else I needed to do to make her happy. She'd but her way into our relationship, she'd push for babies and wedding bells, just like she's been doing with Fleur and Serena. It didn't matter that I was eighteen, I was fucking cattle to her. Ready to be auctioned off, but only to the one single guy she wanted me to be with, Rainer. 

"Well now, you can literally put it away." she hisses quietly and tosses a big masked smile to the attendants coming out of the dressing room with Fleur in tow. 

I refrain from repsonding to Rainer right away, lowering my phone to my lap as they draw the curtain back and I'm so choked up with emotion at the sight of the smile on my sisters face, that my eyes water. She clearly has found the dress, it's written all over her face. Before she can even say that it's the one, my fucking mother opens her big stupid mouth. 

"oh absolutely not, that's not that one" she shakes her head. 

My mother hated all the dresses so far, which has been fine, because Fleur didn't like them either. Or she did, but knew they weren't the one she'd be walking down the aisle in. 

I almost smack my mother. She's either clearly missing the sparkle in Fleurs eyes and that fucking smile on her face, or just doesnt fucking care.

"It's perfect" I say louder than the words my mother spoke and I get up and walk over to my sister.  "It's perfect Fluer" I say wistfully taking her in. Her brows already drawn together with disappointment that our mother doesn't like the dress. I do my best to bring that smile back to her face. 

"You look perfect, it's perfect, you look so beautiful..this is the one" I say and take her hand and hold it up as I look up and down the long slim fitting mermaid shaped gown. 

"She looks like a glittery fish." my mother huffs and I clench my jaw and bite my tongue. 

"I told you, no mermaid tailed gowns Fleur, they dont flatter your body." my mother says, and my head whips towards her. 

"Well this one DOES" I bite out. "She looks fucking perfect." 

"Watch your mouth" my mother gasps.

"it's okay, I think, she's right" Fleur says, and my heart breaks as I turn back to her. 

"No....she's not" I hiss quietly. "You look fucking amazing...Valen will want to marry you a million times when you walk down the aisle towards him in this dress Fleur." I say and she gives me a small smile, but it's forced and I want to turn around, walk over to my mother and scream at her. 

"This is the one Fleur...don't let her bully you out of loving this dress....you SHOULD love it...it's the one...i promise you, you look stunning...i wouldnt lie to you...this is it ....don't let her -"

"Alright, enough, onto the next one" my mother claps and Fleur just gives me a tight little smile, turning back and going into the dressing room, as my sister Serena just sits there tense looking at me and back to my mother as I walk over and sit down. 

"She loves that dress." I hiss to my mother. "She looked amazing in it."

"No, she did not, it does nothing for her figure" my mother waves a hand. My nostrils flare, Serena giving me a slight head shake as I look at her for backup. My sisters were always my mothers favorites, because they never talked back to her growing up, and I hadnt for a long time either, till I realized there was no pleasing her. There never would be.

"It's not your wedding mother." I bite out. "You're ruining all of this for her, you're taking the upper hand when it's not YOUR place...it's FLEURS wedding, so quit being a tyrant and get your head out of your ass" I hiss, standing as my mother gapes. 

"You do NOT talk to me that way!" She whisper yells, looking around to make sure there's no audience, but there's nobody but me and her, and my sister Serena. 

"Someone has to!" I whisper yell right back. "Your daughter just walked out with the biggest smile I've ever seen on her face, THAT is the dress she wants, and you opened your fucking mouth and ruined it for her without even waiting to see what HER repsonse was. You're fucking selfish." I bite out and grab my purse.

"Giselle" My sister Serena whispers as my mothers mouth open and closes with shock at the way i'm talking to her. 

"When I get married..YOU will come nowhere NEAR my fucking wedding, with your negative bullshit" I hiss. 

My mothers eyes flare as she looks up at me, her shock turning to rage.

"As if you could get a man to marry you!" she hisses. "With THAT attitude!" 

I bark a laugh. "Right, my attitude? You mean standing up for my sister? For myself?  Because I dont roll over when you tell me to, because I grew tired of trying to impress you YEARS ago? Serena and Fleur bend over fucking backwards for you, and you DONT CARE. Because nothing ANYONE does, is ever good enough, we'll never be good enough for you." I say, feeling myself shaking.

"You dont even TRY Giselle, you never have." She says lifting her chin, looking down her nose at me, even though she's the one sitting. 

"You're ruining the day, once again, maybe you should leave now." she says , blinking several times, her snotty nose up in the higher, then turning her head towards the curtain. 

"Mom." Serena says.

"not you too Serena." my mother says, and Serena's mouth shuts. She looks at me. 

"You're such a bitch." I hiss and my mother whips her head to me, eyes wide.

"Giselle" Serena gasps softly as I stare at my mother shocked face, her anger as she sets her jaw. 

"And you...continue to be my biggest disappointment." she bites back. I can see Serean balking at the both of us. 

"you may leave now, you're no longer needed here." My mother says and looks away, smoothing out her dress. 

"You can return to joining us on the event planning when you've considered your words to me Giselle and I'm given an apology." she says. 

"There's nothing to consider...YOU owe US an apology. For treating us like prized fucking ponies instead of your daughters, our entire lives." I hiss as the curtain opens and I turn, my sister Fleur looking at all three of us, sensing the tension as she stands there looking like a cupcake in the words most hideous dress I've ever seen. One my mother picked out. 

"Oh Fleur!" My mother says , placing a hand onher chest. "Darling that is gorgeous." 

The attendants do their best to hide their what the fuck faces , and even Fluer winces, and Serena, gives my mother a questioning look.

"Yes, that's the one, oh that's the one Fleur." my mother says, standing and clapping her hands together one.

"That dress is hideous." I say and my mother looks to me.

"I told you to leave Giselle." she says.

"What?" Fleur says. "Leave, why? I dont want her to leave." 

I wave it off and walk over to Fleur. Taking her hands, leaning in over the giant fucking poof surrounding her. 

"Call me later okay?" I say kissing her cheek as I feel her hands tighten around mine, silently begging me not to go. She needed me here as the buffer, the one to soak up my mothers disdain. I didn't blame my sister for the way they bowed to our mother, I didnt even blame them for not even realizing that I was a buffer for them. That without me, one fo them would end up being our mothers main target for her subtle, yet not so subtle bullying and shitty ass remarks. 

"You dont have to go." Fleur says. 

"She needs to leave, I dont like her attitude today." My mother says from the side and I roll my eyes and Fleurs brows pinch as she pleads with me. 

"I gotta go, fancy flower" I say with a smile, something i've always called her. 

"I'll call you." she says, both of us knowing it's easier if I just leave. 

"Do NOT get this dress." I whisper as I hug her and she laughs slightly and nods silently. 

Then I'm hugging Serena, and leaving the bridal shop, and I don't even get out of the door, before my eyes fill with tears. 

Her biggest disappointment. Her telling me i've "ruined" another day. I learned how to brush off much of what my mother said to me, her annoying badgering of my looks and my personality and life choices. But I couldn't hold it anymore, i'd cracked and fought back more than I ever have, trying to make her realize how she made me feel, made my sisters feel. The pressure she put on us for things that weren't important. Only for her to miss the point entirely and lay it on me that I was a disappoinment. She'd never said it out loud before. Even if I already knew it...it stung to hear it out loud. 

I get in my car, driving with tears ripping down my cheeks, angry with myself for crying, for letting her still affect me. I drive across the city, not even aware of where I'm letting my hands on the wheel take me, till i'm parked outside of Rainer's place.

I sit there, crying by myself, trying to get it together enough to either go inside, or drive somewhere else. I cry harder, choking on sobs, sad ones, angry ones, frustrated one, all of the tears overwhelming and soaking my cheeks.