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By LittleFallenPrincess · Posted
Chapter 70: Dress Shopping Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha “Thanks for coming.” “Hey, it’s no problem. Plus you need me for sizing, right?” I replied, smiling at my sister as we walked into the dress shop she had asked to meet us in. “Yeah, but you could’ve just given me your size. And Chloe’s. I appreciate you coming to support me and helping me pick out a dress for the wedding.” “Trix, you know I would never miss this for the world.” “I’m just so happy you’re here. I…” I could see the sadness in her eyes. She was holding back her tears. And I knew why. “I miss her too. And I think she’d be so fuckin proud of you.” “You’re going to make me cry…” Trixie said, nearly sobbing. “Go on, get in there. Let’s find you a dress. Just… don’t let us wear anything horrible. Just because you’re the bride doesn’t mean we have to look too bad in comparison, okay?” I joked, pushing my little sister into the shop and closing the door behind me. “So where is Chloe anywhere?” Trix asked me, as she stood in front of me, waiting for the woman who owns the shop to go get some potential dresses. Apparently my sister had gone all-in on some expert service here, most likely at Dad’s insistence. No idea why, but Dad was pushing us to go here for a dress. “She’ll be here later, she’s got a Doctor’s appointment.” I sat there, in my longest black maxi dress and red leather jacket, legs crossed with my heavy boot hanging over, sipping on some champagne, wishing it was something a bit better like cider or a nice cocktail… but hey, booze is included in the package apparently. So I’m not going to say no, even if champagne tastes like crap. I had opted for this outfit because I wanted to blow Chloe’s adorable little mind… and I needed something easy to get in and out of if I was trying on multiple dresses for my Sister’s wedding. I am the Maid of Honour, after all. Chloe was expected to join us in about an hour, so she can try on bridesmaid dresses for my sister, as she agreed to be one of three of them, the other two being two friends of Trix’s. Sadly, they couldn’t make it, so my Sister is using Chloe as a doll to find the right bridesmaid dresses. Which I’m totally normal about and totally not wanting to do more dollification stuff with Chloe later on… God, I’ve enjoyed the past seven months living together. It’s been perfect. We just… connect. On every level. And we’re both open and honest about everything now, even with little worries, so we discuss it and fix any issues we have. I still kick myself for having fucked up in the first place, causing the first breakup (even if her ex had a hand in it, manipulating her in the background), because if I had just taken care of my shop and continued dating Chloe, we’d have moved in with each other a year earlier. But then I can’t go thinking like that because what if I did change things back then? I never would’ve gone into business with Becks, we wouldn’t be running our own kink nights at Bound, and I don’t think Chloe and I would be as open and honest with each other as we are now. I think the fact that we both held things back the first time led to us being more open this time around. And it’s working so fucking well. “So how’s married life?” my sister teased. “We’re not married,” I replied, rolling my eyes at her. “Yet. Speaking of… when are you going to pop the question?” “I… shush. It’s too early.” “Sam. I’ve seen the way you look at that girl. The way you talk to each other. It’s even more sickeningly sweet than me and Oliver. You need to propose!” “I… I’ve thought about it.” Trixie’s eyes widened and her smile grew twice as big. “REALLY? WHEN? HOW?” “I don’t know. I haven’t decided,” I said, being truthful. Sure, I’ve thought about a hundred different ways I could propose to Chloe. But I haven’t decided on one yet. Because I don’t know when I’ll ask her. A year? Two? I love her… and I definitely do want to marry that girl… but… I also don’t want to rush… “Nonsense. Ask that girl to marry you. Just… not at my wedding. I don’t want you stealing the spotlight on my big day.” “You know I’d never do that to you, Trix.” “Yeah, you avoid the spotlight, thankfully.” “Whereas you revel in it…” I teased her, which caused her to pose like a model and grin at me. “Bea?” the shop owner called out, appearing from behind a curtain. “Yeah?” “We’re ready for you,” she replied, walking out and opening the curtain for my sister to walk through… not before she squealed a little. The woman walked over to the counter and grabbed something, before heading back… and something was bugging me. Part of it was why she used my Sister’s name so informally, I would’ve thought she’d have to be a bit more professional, at least in a fancy shop like this. But it was something else… like Dad’s insistence that we came here. “Umm… Susan?” I called out, stopping her before she could return to assist my sister. “Yes, Sam?” she asked, stopping on the spot and smiling at me. See… there it is again. I don’t mind it, I hate my full name being used. But… why is she not using it? “Do you know my Dad? He insisted my Sister come here for her dress… so I assumed he must know you, or have a reason for pushing us…” She didn’t say anything right away, she just laughed a little to herself, smiling warmly. “You probably don’t remember me.” Should I remember her? Because she’s not wrong… I don’t remember her at all. From her grey hair tied up into a neat little bun, her gorgeous waistcoat and shirt combo, her long dark grey skirt that matched the waistcoat… She looked amazing… but not familiar. “No, sorry, I don’t.” “I… umm… sorry for listening in on your conversation with your Sister… but did she say you have a girlfriend?” “Yeah… she did… why?” Okay… this was getting a bit weird. “How did your Mum react?” That took me by surprise, and I genuinely didn’t know how to react. “Why?” I asked, just uttering the first words I could think of. “I… used to know her,” she smiled awkwardly… with a hint of sadness on her face. “You did?” “I… was her best friend. Many many years ago. I… came out to her… and she umm… well lets just say our friendship ended there.” “You knew my Mum… and you’re gay?” “Yeah…” she said awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with me. It was at this point that Trix popped her head out of the curtain to see what the holdup was, only to end up listening in to our conversation. “We were the best of friends for most of our lives. Then I came out to her… and back then she was still under her parent’s influence.” “Parent’s influence? You mean my grandparents?” I never knew my grandparents. Dad never talks about Mum’s parents, and Mum never talked about them when she was around. They had died a few years after I was born, but I have no memory of them. All I knew was that they weren’t on speaking terms towards the end. “Yeah. They were very religious. They taught your Mother that it was a sin for two women to love each other. So… when I came out, and her parents found out… she was forced to end our friendship or she’d be cut off from the family. She and your Dad had just had your sister, you were only young at this point, so I don’t blame you for not remembering ‘Auntie Sue’. Your Mum and I knew each other since Primary School. It broke me when she had to cut contact.” “I’m so sorry… I never knew.” “It wasn’t until after your Mum died, that your Dad visited me and told me she had broken away from her parents a year or two after that, and she regretted being so easily influenced and missed me up until the end. But you know your Mum… she was too upset with herself to actually reach out and fix things before then. So when I heard you had a girlfriend… I wondered if what your Dad was saying about her changing was true…” “I…” Okay Sam… you’ve discussed this lot with people already. It’s a sore subject for you, but you’ve got this. “...I wish she had been supportive.” “Oh? So was your Dad lying?” “No… he wasn’t. She wasn’t always like that. But the illness… it messed with her mind towards the end. So I bet that religious upbringing of hers was brought back to the surface.” “I’m so sorry. I think your Mum would be proud of you. She always liked to see the best in people. And when I came out she was shocked… but not disgusted. Not until her parents started getting in her head and making threats.” “Thanks, ‘Auntie Sue’.” “I know you don’t remember calling me that as a toddler, but you have no idea how much I missed that…” she smiled at me, nearly tearing up. I was about ready to cry at this point. No wonder Dad pushed us to come here. I think he wanted us to get a bit more closure, but didn’t want to push things or push Susan into anything. Typical Dad. “Can… look, my sister needs a dress and I think if we continue talking whilst she’s pouting through the curtain, she’ll demote me from maid of honour.” “I’M NOT POUTING! I’M CRYING!” My sister ran out, towards Susan, and wrapped her arms around her. “But… Auntie Sue… maybe we… I mean… could we…” I mumbled, awkwardly, whilst my Sister enjoyed her hug with Auntie Sue. “Chat?” she said, knowing what I was about to say, wiping the tears from her eyes. “And I tell you embarrassing stories about your Mum when she was a kid? I’d love nothing more.” “What about this dress?” Trix said, before strutting out of the changing area, into the large shop floor, admiring herself in all the mirrors. It had been an hour now… ish… and she had tried on countless dresses. And we hadn’t even gotten to the bridesmaid dresses. But each dress she tried on just wasn’t right. And I wasn’t expecting to like this one either, because none of them seemed right on my Sister. But at least we were having a great time talking about my Mum, reminiscing, getting to know more about ‘Auntie Sue’. She was so lovely and I genuinely wish she wasn’t made to leave when we were little. But when I looked up, the door swung open… and in walked Chloe, panting and breathing heavily. “Chlo!” Trix called out. “So glad you could make it. You look exhausted!” “Didn’t… wanna… be… any… later… than… I… already… was…” Chloe replied, in between deep, heavy breaths as she stomped over to my sister. “...Sorry…” And at that point… I saw my Sister wearing this big poofy Princess-style wedding dress… next to my girlfriend… and everything just… clicked. I needed this to happen. I need her. In that. Chloe needs to be in that. It was a horrible dress for Trix… but I could just picture it on Chloe and it was… perfect. “I don’t like this dress. Doesn’t suit me,” Trix said. Chloe looked at it like it was the prettiest dress ever… she was speechless. Sue, who was sitting on the sofa next to me, admiring the dress, must have noticed something, because she leaned in and whispered something to me. “Is that the girlfriend? She’s cute. And yes, I see it too. Want me to put it aside?” “Am I drooling or something?” I replied back in whisper. “Hun, I have eyes. Your girlfriend is adorable, and that dress looks like it’s made for her. I can easily set it aside, if that’s something you’d be interested in…” “It wouldn’t be for a long while though...” “Sam… I’m your Auntie Sue. Let me do this for you. Even if it goes into storage for a year or two.” “Are you sure?” I could tell from her smile that she genuinely cared for my Mum, and now she wanted to do something for her daughter. So who am I to say no? Especially if my girlfriend could wear… that. I better get planning… ===================================================== Just a nice bit of character development for Sam before we end it all. Don't miss the epilogue this Sunday! New story just started on my subscribestar! Expect it here a month's time! Subscribers get new story 22nd April, that new story starts on here 20th May. Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 4 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to four weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories, why don't you check out my SubscribeStar? Thank you to all my subscribers for their support over the past few years! Seriously, your support means the world to me. New chapters of my latest story every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post. 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By LittleFallenPrincess · Posted
Awwww I'm sorry! I'm glad you enjoyed it though And don't worry, the next story in this series just started on my subscribestar, so it'll start on here 20th May, and we'll see a lot more Nia in it. I'm so happy people still enjoy my stories, even ones I wrote what feels like forever ago. And I'm especially happy that I can make people cry with my stories, that they're special enough to make people care about my characters, so thank you! -
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Hi John-DL Thanks for the comment. There will definitely be some AB and a lot of DL in this one but might not go the way you think. John is a studious, if anxiety led, teenager and so a wet morning is something he can deal with. His mother and father are supportive but is that what he needs? Hugs to you Thanks for your support wetdiaper55 I've not contributed to DD for sometime so I hope this one hits at least some of the right buttons. All the best and hugs to you both Les -
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