Moving Forward

seven || challis

[ Okay, you guessed it, above is the picture of Georgia's wedding dress! This is also what I have imagined Georgia Jacobson to look like, for I have had this picture in mind since the beginning of the series, so now you have a better idea! Maybe we'll see an Antonio reference soon as well... Enjoy! ]

challis : very soft, flowing, somewhat brushed fabric, usually printed in a floral design, good for making dresses, blouses, skirts, etc. 

Georgia pressed on the horn a couple times as she grew impatient waiting for Allison. She had always took her sweet time getting ready, and this time was no different. She had flown in two days ago to stay with them until the wedding in a week, and she had promised Georgia to go with her to go through her last fitting for her dress to make sure everything still fit perfectly. No one had gone with her in the past, so this was a first look for anyone and she was excited.

Eventually, Allison came barrelling out of the side door with a michevelled look, which caused Georgia to burst out laughing as she neared the passenger side door. She got in and sighed, closing the door and looking to Georgia, who had managed to stifle her laughter for the time being.

"What?" Allison asked, and she could not keep it in any longer as she pulled out of the driveway, laughing at her best friend.

"You look like a homeless person." She commented, and she knew Allison's mouth was agape.

"I do not, but I would look better if you didn't rush me." She sneered, and Georgia just chuckled.

"I told you what time we were leaving." She sighed with a roll of her eyes. Allison turned the music up and started singing along, and eventually, Georgia was singing along as well, the two of them driving to the dress shop as if they were in high school again. Fifteen minutes later they pulled into the parking lot of the mall and parked, Georgia shutting the engine off and getting out of the car.

"Ah come on, that was a good song!" Allison complained as she hopped out of the truck and joined her in the back. She shrugged and started walking towards the entrance of the mall. Allison quickly caught up and the two of them went inside and started walking towards the left wing of the mall where the wedding dress shop was located. It was a small place, but they had some of the most gorgeous wedding dresses she had ever laid eyes on. She could not wait to try on her dress on last time before the wedding.

They entered the shop and a small bell rang overhead, and they were in wedding dress heaven. A shorter older woman came to the front of the store with a bright smile on her face, recognizing Georgia from their previous interactions during her dress hunt.

"Ah, Ms. Jacobson, here to try on your dress one last time?" She asked, and Georgia nodded eagerly.

"Claire, this is my maid of honor Allison Sanchez." She said, and the two of them shook hands.

"Very nice to meet you, Ms. Sanchez." Claire greeted, and Allison chuckled.

"Allison is just fine, ma'am." She responded.

"Then Claire is fine." She fired back with a laugh of her own. "Alright, your dress is already set up in the dressing room. Would you like me to help you get into it, or will you be alright?" She asked, now directing the conversation back towards Georgia.

"I might need help zipping it up, but I think I can manage otherwise." She responded as they walked towards the back. When they got to the back, it was like a runway with mirrors at the end. There was a sitting area for friends and family, and there were three different rooms for brides to try their dresses on.

"First room, we'll be waiting." Claire said with excitement in her eyes, which made Georgia grin greatly. She entered the familiar room and saw her dress and grinned. It was a gorgeous dress, and she had found it by chance. It had a spaghetti strap sleeve with a semi-sweetheart neckline. It was not a pure white color, more of an off-ivory, but it was stunning. The top was lace and it flooded into the skirt and faded out into the empire styled flow of the skirt. She stripped of her clothes and stepped into her dress, the dress fitting as it had the first time she had tried it on. She zipped it up in the back, careful not to get the fabric caught in the zipper, and sighed at the beauty before her in the mirror. She unlocked the door and stepped out in front of the mirrors and stepped up onto the platform.