The Office Curve

Are They For Real?!

Allow me to be honest for a moment. I can't ever say that there was a time in my life where I've ever truly believe that I was beautiful. Sure, I've said "damn, I look good" or "hey, I'm not as bad as people think I am" from time to time, but I've never ever said "I feel beautiful" and truly meant it.

That is...up until today.

I admit it - Lady Anympha has got skills. I might have been skeptical before, but there's no denying that she's good at what she does - no wonder she's in high demand. We may have been acquainted for all of an hour or so, but she knew how to dress me as though she'd know me all her life. I realized this the minute I stepped into the mystery gown and her army of assistance zipped me up.

One minute, I was just a done-up curvy wannabe model with a tight updo, some make up, and covered in nothing but a skimpy robe wearing red heels with crystals at the top of the heel. The next minute, as the exquisite fabric rested on my body and the delicate veil placed on my head, I was no longer the insecure and unsure curvy girl who with a distorted image of herself, convinced that no one would ever discover the beauty within.

I was...a beautiful bride.

But more importantly, amazingly, wonderfully - I felt like I was truly a beautiful woman...

...Especially in his eyes.

I had no idea where Lady Anympha got this dress, but it was perfect - absolutely perfect.  It was made of the finest silk and the most romantic and delicate lace, imported from the most posh places of the world.  It was both sultry and timeless at the same time - long lace sleeves that covered the arms I wasn't very fond of, a long train that indulged my hidden, girlish desires, and deep scalloped neckline that would make even the most untemptable of souls blush and an deep, exposed back that would seal the deal and steal the soul away.

I never thought I could pull of wearing a dress like that with my figure, but somehow, it looked amazing on me, and if it weren't over five grand, I'd smuggle it into a bag and steal it away from here.

I couldn't breath once the dress was on me - I couldn't think, I couldn't speak, and I couldn't fathom the beauty of this one garment.  It was like it was made not only for me, but made for the sole purpose of drawing out the beauty that was there all along, hidding in every crack and crevice, shining in my eyes.  Once the assistants placed the veil on top of my forehead, with the sparkly bow brooch on the side, it really hit home for me.  I could barely recognize the woman in the mirror.

She wasn't afraid to look at herself.

She definitely liked what she saw.

And she definitely saw the beauty within her.

I really was beautiful - just as Kaim maintained.

"What do you think, darling?"  Lady Anympha looked pretty damn proud of herself.  I wasn't mad at her at all.  "I told you that you would be my showstopper.  There was no doubt in my mind at all."

"Uh-huh."  I walked closer to the mirror, peering at myself.  "I-I can't believe it.  Is...Is this really me?"

"Of course it's you, darling.  I'm a stylish - not a magician!  Even I'm not that good." 

"Ah...I guess."  I didn't know if I should smack her or kiss her.  Enthralled by my reflection, I reached out, touching the mirror glass.  Yes, it was me - definitely me.  Beautiful me.  "I can hardly believe.  Makes me want to get married if it means I'm going to look this good."

"Just imagine what the people watching will say about you, darling.  You're going to inspire dreams walking down that catwalk - dreams and fantasies.  The designer is going to be inundated with orders, as every bride is will lie, cheat, and steal to get a hold of this dress.  You are going to start a riot, darling!"