A Married Ex

Chapter 1

"This would look beautiful on you. Goes with your eyes." The snobbish lady looked at the gown in disgust, then transferred the look to me.

"I don't want something that 'goes with my eyes'." She did the hand quotes while saying 'goes with my eyes'. "I want something more. Something that says a lot about me." She looked into the empty atmosphere while widening her arms like a freak. I could already see my day turning sour.

   Don't snap El she doesn't know you're on your period.

I calmed myself chanting the words in my mind before giving her a wide fake smile.

"I'm sure we can get something for a pretty lady like you." I took her to another section and after excruciating hours, she ended up picking nothing. According to her, the gowns don't 'speak her'.

Cheers to the man marrying her.

"I know you hate your job but can you just smile, a little?" Phoebe teased leaning on the counter.

I wouldn't call Phoebe my friend for so many reasons, aside from being nosy and a pain on the ass, she had a more comfortable position in this large boutique. Call it envy, cause it is what it is. I work as the girl who walks around talking to snobbish rich ladies while she sits behind the counter, as a cashier.

"You're the one to talk. You don't have to follow rich ladies around, listen to them rant on and on, and still end up buying nothing!" I sat on one of the chairs tired. I exercise, but the ones customers make me go through was a whole new level. They were classy so trying to convince them was always hard. It's either the gown is too simple or its too classy, too expensive or cheap, and I wouldn't call any gown here 'cheap' comfortably.

Phoebe decided against saying whatever she wanted to say, and focused on her job behind the counter.

Why couldn't I get something like that? Working behind a register could be boring but I'd rather that than this.

"Hello." A voice called out, my eyes turned to a richly dressed lady who had a large smile on her face. She looked around the place then at me with the smile. She should be in her early twenties.

She had a shoulder length black hair which looks good on her, and I've never complimented such length. The hair matched her blue child-like eyes, and straight nose. Plus, she looked nice enough to not worsen my cranky mood.

"Welcome to Eve wedding dress. Can I be of service?" I stood up forcing a smile of my own. Her blue doey eyes lit up. She was freaking adorable while looking like a model. My dream self.

"I'm Ava. I'm looking for a long and really beautiful dress. Something classy and sweet at the same time." She started walking and I followed behind her. "It could have glitters and white flowery embroidery or something like that..." She paused turning to me. "What's your name?" She asked sweetly.

"Elle." I didn't miss the fact that she said 'could' and not 'should' or worse still 'must'

"Okay, Elle. Can I get such gown? This store is too big to walk through aisle by aisle. Not to talk of this freaking heels." She groaned, smiling down at her four inch heels.

"Well you shouldn't wear them." I muttered lowly, scoffing at the lady who was obviously showing off the shoes. Her face turned unpleasant.

   She heard you, now she knows you're on your period!

"Excuse me?" She asked looking clearly irritated. So much for a bad day.

"I know the right thing for you. A minute." I hurriedly walked to the aisle farthest in the store. It had the classiest gowns and there was one I knew would suit her. It's her type of gown but it was freakishly expensive. Of course it had to be, even the cheapest gowns here were expensive enough to leave me broke and owing.