Saved by the sea

Chapter 3

It took me no more than a few minutes to get to Oliver’s mother’s car as I rushed through my father's building faster than I ever did, not wanting my future mother-in-law to dislike me. As I reached the car, the driver opened the door for me,

"Thank you."

I tried to smile at the man opening my door, but his face was unreadable, and he did not look at me.

"Good morning, Ms Carson."

I did not linger on those thoughts and greeted the older woman. The moment I sat down, I was hoping for a better reaction, maybe even a fresh start, but I was met with a face that was as stone-cold as it was the last time I saw her. Okay... this looks like a great start...

"Yes... you finally got here."

Her voice had so much spite in it that it almost felt like a slap across the face. I could not wrap my head around as to why I got such a reaction from her, when I am sure that I did not make her wait for that long. I was ready to say something in defense, but before I could say anything she continued.

"My friend said that she would do me a favor and squeeze us in at twelve. She has a dress that you can take home today. I had sent her a few models that I have in mind, but I don't have high hopes of finding anything that will probably fit you in, but she assured me that she has many options."

Why do I feel like the last part was just a pure insult? And I kinda get the feeling that she has already decided on everything. But I did not want to displease the older woman more than I already did, so I kept my mouth shut.

"Realy?"

"Yes, you should be happy that she has something in your size, if not we will have to make you fit into the dress she has. "

Well, that's nice, I'm getting the feeling she will put me on a no food diet so I would just fit the dress, but it doesn't matter, the dress doesn't matter. All that matter is that I will be marrying Oliver, everything else is just details.

"Thank you, Ms Carson."

I tried my best to give ger a thankful smile and she just looked at me with those cold blue eyes that were filled with what I could only name as disgust.

After that, we stayed quiet for the rest of the ride, with me staring at my hands as I had no idea how handle this situation or this woman. And her staring at me with disapproval, as if my assistance caused her discomfort or annoyance. But I pushed away those ideas because that couldn't be true. She wouldn't be helpful like she is now if she really hated me. Maybe she is just the typical mother that thinks everyone is not good enough for their son. She would come around... right?

What felt like an eternity latter, we pulled in by the lavish bridal store in the main shopping district of town. It was one of those exclusive places that I would never have the guts to enter...

The driver opened the door for us and helped Ms Carson out of the car, but ignored me as I struggled out of the car.

By the time I stumbled out of the car, Ms Carson was already by the door, and so I ran after her doing my best to keep up.

As I rushed through the door, Ms Carson was already next to an older woman dressed in black. She had the same old money energy about her as Ms Carson did, but somehow she looked more bitter... okay, this will be fun.

"Julia, darling...."

Ms Carson hugged her friend without touching and kissed her cheek without them touching either in the cold fake sort of way. Later, she turned to point at me with disapproval in her gaze and voice.

"This is Rebecca West. She is marrying my Oliver, and we need a dress today, like we talked about."

"Yes, this way. Let's see what we can do... Follow me, girl."

She turned around and rushed to the back of the store, not giving me a moment to say anything and barely giving me time to follow her. I stumbled after her, trying to keep up, but the lady seemed t be on a mission to lose me.

The next thing I know, she is out of my sight.

Fuck...fuck... fuck....

"Rebecca!"

Shit!

"I'm coming...."

I ran to the direction where the sound was coming from. I almost bumped into a few consultants until I finally found the room Oliver's mother friend was in. The moment I stepped in I saw a similar expression on her face as the one Oliver's mother wore every time she looked in my direction.

"Herer."

She pushed a silk dress in my direction in this grayish yellowy off-white color.

Ugh... this color will clash with my hair so badly.

"Thank you... can I try it on?"

She looked at me as if I asked for something forbidden.

"If you want to."

Without another word she turned around and marched out of the room.

Great... just great...

I released a low sight and began undressing. The room was too warm and I was a bit sweaty from running, so pulling on silk was not so fun, but I managed to pull on the gown.

Well...

It is interesting.

This dress resembled a sheet that accentuated every problem part of my body as the fabric around my middle sagged, and it was a bit tight around my ass in a not so attractive sort of way. It made me look bigger and maybe even pregnant,

But this is what Oliver’s mother chose, so I will defiantly wear it. There was no way that I would disagree with ther on this topic if I wanted our relationship to be a mother and daughter one.

I always wanted to have a mom. Someone who would take care of me… yes dad was great, he did the best he could, but I was the only one in my class that had never had anyone to give Mother's Day card or to talk to about things you could only talk to your mom about.

But now I have a chance.

And I will do all I can to make her happy.

I took off the dress and put it back on the hanger and pulled the plastic cover over it.

Walking back was a challenge once again, as the store was like a maze and not in a fun way.

I couldn't find Oliver’s mother anywhere so I walked to the front of the store to purchase the dress.

"Hello, I will be purchasing this dress. Could you please have it delivered to this address?"

The blonde behind the counter looked me up and down.

"What? This is not how this works, miss. You order it, and we make it. It will take around to months."

"But...but the store owner said that I could take it home. Ms Carson said it was all taken care of?"

The girl didn't seem so convinced by anything I was saying.

"Why don't you wait here, and I will get the owner."

And she walked off before I could say anything. I wanted to say something to ... to ... I don't know... shout?

But that would cause a scene, and it wouldn't look good. It would probably cause problems for Oliver’s mother as well, so I stood there quiet.

The girl returned after ten minutes, but she didn’t look that happy.

"Your dress will be delivered by the end of today."

"Thank you...goodbye..."

I turned around and left the store before I said something mean or broke down from the tension and stress.

Once I walked outside and the moment my foot landed on the street I understood that my luck wasn't getting better. It was pouring outside.

Great... just great...

I called a taxi, but they said it would take them five minutes to get here. So this means I would be soaking wet, just great.

I could return to the store and wait there, but my pride wouldn't let me. So I stood there in the pouring rain, when the cab finally arrived I rushed into it.

When I sat there, and we pulled away, I looked at my watch.

Fuck... there is no time to go home to change. I have to return to work.

Great... just great.

I asked the driver to take me back to work and I hoped that I would dry up a bit by the time we got there, but there was very little chance of that happening.

So here I was soaking wet, sitting behind my small desk, finishing a task that was supposed to be done by Oliver. Who was nowhere to be found and didn't answer my texts.

Once I finished all the work and walked by Oliver's office, but neither him nor his secretary could be found.

Great.