Every
girl dreams of the day, she finds her prince, falls in love and gets married. Finding
the perfect one wasn’t easy for me. At 37 I had kissed a few frogs and heard a
lot of Bull. Then one day at a christening party there he was. Our first date was two weeks later, I was
sure he wasn’t going to call but thank god he did. We went to dinner at Dodice’s, after dinner
played a game of pool at the billiard, and then ended the night at the piano
bar for a glass of B&B. That was
the beginning.
One year later we got engaged,
yes some say it was too soon but what were we waiting for? We were both in our late 30's.
When you
know you just know. So it began the scavenger
hunt.
Find a hall (Chateau Briand)
Flowers (Pedestals)
Limousines (Royalties)
Tux, brides maid and groom gifts
and of course the honeymoon booked (Hawaii)
And then most important the hunt for the dress.
My mother and I started at
Lillette’s, and ended there. I tried on 20 gowns give and take.
There was a gown, it was 100%
silk, with princess sleeves, not too low of a neck line (too old to be bold)
plain with no applications just plain.
We had found the dress.
My Mother cried and so did I,
something though felt like it was missing.
I was talking to my friend Denise one day and I mentioned that I wanted a bride doll.
My Bridal Shower was in March,
My mother picked the place me and John had the night ter we got engaged La Palma.
The shower was beautiful but something was missing. There was a dais for me and my bridal party
to sit. In the middle of the table was my doll.
It was a Madam Alexander doll dressed in a bridal gown with a tiara, holding my bouquet of flowers.
“Denise the doll is gorgeous
thank you so much.” I said
“I took a picture of your dress
and had my husband’s seamstress make the dress and sow it for the doll” Denise
said.
I could not believe she went
through that trouble and work for my doll.
I said “that was so nice of you, the only thing is they must have shown you the wrong dress. My dress
does not have all that work on it. It’s plain
with no design.”
Denise said “no this is the one
they showed me. I shrug my head and went on having another drink to toast the occasion.
Six weeks before my wedding the
phone rings at work It’s the manager at Lillette’s.
“ Hi Angela, I’m calling you
because we have a problem with your dress” She says
My heart fell to my
stomach. “ what kind of problem” I asked
“The dress came in but it’s not
the one you ordered.” The woman said. “please come down and look at the dress,
the designer cannot make the dress in time for your wedding”
At that point I felt
jinxed. The dress coming in wrong was
a bad sign. I wanted nothing to do with
the dress. I wanted the one I ordered and that was that.
Diane who sat next to me at work
was trying to talk to me but I could not stop crying. My boss tried to calm me down but the tears
would not go away.
I went home that night and cried
to my mother, my brother my aunt anyone who called the house I would cry . John tried to tell me not to worry but all I could hear is the wrong dress is here. Us Italians we think everything happens for a reason, and my reason was doomsday. Then my godmother Maria called she worked at
Lillette’s and said, I saw the dress it is beautiful, I know how you feel but
come in you never know.
So the next day I left work
early and went to try on the wrong dress.
The dress had appliqués going
from the bottom of the dress to the middle just like the doll. My dress came in exactly like my dolls
dress. I tried it on and I felt like a
princess in it. My tears of sorrow had turned into tears of joy. All the woman that
were down stairs were all so happy for me.
They told me they were not going to charge me more than my dress
cost. The one that came in was much more
expensive because of the work and design.
I was happy.
The next day I went into
work and told Diane what happened and
she said “maybe that was the dress your Dad wanted you to wear” I Thought about it and said maybe. All along I was trying to down play my
wedding because something was missing and maybe that was his way of saying I’m
here.
I could not help but fall in love with you again
I know that I have fallen in love with the one she calls Daddy and is truly deserving of the title
