A couple of days later, after kissing Roger goodbye, Rebecca -along with Mary, Hannah and her mum, climbed into a taxi to make their way into the city so they could go dress shopping. Sadly, Alice was working and so she couldn't come but Hannah, who was fully equipt with her cameras, promised to take photos.
This was the first time that Morag was meeting any of her friends who weren't in the band and Rebecca was glad to see that her mum was doing as she said she would and was trying.
Though she wasn't sure what she was going to say after the seventeenth of September.
Her wedding day.
Unsure if they could just walk into the place and be like Yes, hello. One marriage, please, Rebecca and Roger paid a visit to the registry office and to be safe, they booked a slot for 1:30 on the seventeenth.
The drive into the city was surprisingly short and once everyone climbed out, they headed for the closest bridal boutique that Hannah knew about.
"So John has Charlotte today?" Mary asked, "Is this his first time alone with her?"
"He has Charlotte today," Hannah nodded, "And it is, yes. I'm not going to lie to you guys, I was thinking that I'd be going home to my house on fire but then I remembered that they'll be in the studio by the time we get finished so the boys will be there. They're all so good with her."
"Especially Roger." Mary hummed, to which Hannah nodded and nudged Rebecca.
Hannah wasn't lying. Roger was incredible with Charlotte. He loved her and it was quickly decided, much to Brian and Freddie's annoyance, that the blonde was her favourite.
And every time Rebecca saw him with her, her heart would melt and honestly? She couldn't wait to see him interact with their own child.
"Are you picking her up at the studio?" Mary asked and Hannah nodded once more.
"John reckons that it's going to be another long nig-hey! there's Freddie!"
Outside the bridal shop, Freddie was indeed standing there and when he saw them approaching, he pushed his sunglasses up onto his head, "What time do you call this?"
"Freddie," Rebecca greeted, kissing him on the cheek, "What are you doing here?"
"I've got a spare couple of hours, my darling." he said as he greeted both Hannah and Mary, "Then I must dash to the studio. Besides, I never got to do this with Hannah so I'm making up for it with you."
Rebecca introduced him to her mum, who he surprisingly took to very well and after a couple of minutes getting acquainted, Hannah pointed to the store, "Shall we?"
"No," Freddie said immediately, "This place isn't the right place for you, Becca, believe me. I've already been in and had a look. The dresses in here, not your style at all."
"Oh," she murmured as he grabbed her hand to lead her away, "Okay, then where are we going now?"
"Henderson's."
"Henderson's?" Mary repeats, "Freddie, that's-"
"The finest bridal boutique in the city," he finishes, "I know, my love. Only the best."
Rebecca's shaking her head before bed even finished speaking, "Henderson's? No. No, no, no. I can't go there!"
"What?" Freddie stops, "Why not?"
"I..." if they were doing things differently, like having a fancy wedding, she'd maybe make a little bit more effort with the dress but it's not and she doesn't want to waste all that money, "It's too expensive."
She knew that was a lame excuse before she'd even said it.
Freddie scoffed, "Darling, the man you're marrying is in one of the biggest rock bands in the country. Money is no object!"
Henderson's is a fancy place. There's no doubt about that and as soon as the group of five enter through the shop's door, there is a sales assistant that descends on them; offering them some champagne or some sparkling orange juice.
The other two women who obviously work there, stare in awe at Freddie, who the obviously recognise and the one who came to greet them, introduces herself as Elaine and after she gets them their champagne and such, she's looking at the four women who stand before her.
"Who's the blushing bride?" she asks and Freddie pulls Rebecca from where she's stood behind Mary, "Lovely! Now, tell me, have you had any thoughts to what you're thinking of going for? Or are you here just to have a look around?"
"Rebecca?" Morag asks quietly, putting her hand on her shoulder.
"Um, I don't know."
Freddie laughed while Elaine gave her a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, dear. I know that this can be a little bit overwhelming. How about me and you go through the back and have a chat. See what your likes and your dislikes are?"
She nodded, "Yeah, yeah. That sounds great, thanks."
Elaine made her feel completely at ease. The two of them spent at least forty five minutes in the back room, where Rebecca told her the things she liked, they worked out what her style is and the two of them looked at photos of dresses.
"I don't want anything like that," Rebecca murmurs, pointing to one that looked too frilly as they returned back into the front of the shop, "It's just too much."
"Got it," she nods, "Simple but elegant?"
"Yes!"
"Fabulous. I've got a few in mind that I think you might like. How about I get you a refill and you can have a look yourselves to see if there's any that jump out at you?"
"Thank you," Rebecca says before Mary's grabbing hold of her hand to drag her over to the section that she and her mum had been looking at.
She had a feeling that they wouldn't be finding a dress today.
And it's all just becoming that little bit too overwhelming. They're all throwing dresses at her to try on and to be honest, she doesn't think they're even listening when she tells them that she doesn't like them.
Well, it's not that she doesn't like them, it's just that they're crazy expensive.
Seven dresses later, she's ready to call it quits when her mum, Hannah and Mary all duck out to get some lunch while Freddie stays behind with her, even though him doing so would make him late to the studio.
"You should go," she tells him when she sees that he's holding another dress.
"No, not yet. The boys will understand. Besides, I think this dress is the one." he protests, leading her into the fitting room, stepping out again once he's handed her the dress.
Like every dress she's put on, this one is gorgeous too; fitting with beautiful lace design all over the bodice but it's not her but she tries it on anyway, just to please Freddie and after she's pulled it on, she realises that there's a bunch of frilly material wrapped around her legs. She thinks it's called a mermaid style dress.
If she got this, she wouldn't be able to walk.
"Fred," she calls, "Can you zip me up?"
He wordlessly comes back in and starts dragging the zip up her back and he can't help but notice that she doesn't seem all that excited about it, "What's wrong?"
"I just don't-"
"Think it's you," he finishes, "Becca, darling, at this rate, we're going to have gone through the whole shop."
"I know, I know," she groans, "And these dresses are gorgeous, Freddie but they're too much."
He puts his hand on her shoulder, "How about we call it quits for today and we can come back another day. You've got plenty of time."
But that's just it. She doesn't have a lot of time but she really just wants to get out of this dress, back into her jeans and home. So she agrees and he gently unzips the dress once more.
"Thanks, Freddie."
"Anything to help you."
"Speaking of help," she says as he leaves the fitting room, "How do you want to help me plan a party?"
"A party? What's the occasion?"
She knew he would ask her that, "Do we need an occasion?"
"I guess not, no."
"So?" she hands the dress out to him, "What do you say? Will you help me or not? I've got a meeting with a planner on Friday?"
"I will be there with bells on."