The Expensive Price of Being Proud.

Inspired by True Events.

"We can meet up at my house at, let's say 8am tommorow and we can leave from there" Rhubarb said to the four of us.

A group of us were going on a shopping trip to London. Me and Rhubarb had been asked to be brides maids at our friends wedding so we were going dress shopping. The rest were tagging along for the ride and to help us choose.

Morning came and everyone, as asked, reached Rhubarb's house for approxiamtely 8.30am, (yes, I know she said 8am). We had breakfast, even though Rhubarb was moaning, and jammed into the car and were on our way by 9.30am.

Our Journey took a couple of hours and on reaching London, we parked up and started the shopping spree. We were buzzing as we went from shop to shop looking for the perfect outfit to wear to the wedding. Each dress we looked at either I did not like and if I liked it then Rhubarb would find something wrong with it.

After having searched several shops we at last saw a dress that caught both our attention.

"Excellent choice madam, the colour suits you perfectly" the shop assistant said to Rhubarb in a snooty manner.

Rhubarb looked at me and pleaded "I love this dress, what about you?"

"Yeh, it looks gorgeous, I honestly think we will out do the bride" I laughed looking at the bride. "How much is it?"

"Oh!" the assistant remarked loudly "I don't think we have a size 12/16 in this dress. Maybe you would care to look at another outfit?" The shop was quite busy and not only did Rhubarb look at me but others who had overheard started to whisper and giggle.

Now, it wasn't so much what she said but the way she said it that made me do what I did.

"Uh! actually, this is my size" I said looking at the tag.

"Oh, size 8/10, are you sure" she grinned.

"Umm, we could look at something else, what about that blue one." Rhubarb said trying to change the subject.

"No, I like this one and I would like to buy it along with my sister's."

"Are you sure? They cost £95.99; and if it doesn't fit." Rhubarb said in sheer panic.

"Maybe you would like to try it on first? The changing rooms are over there?" The assistant grinned. "I mean your sister is right."

"Yeh, try it on and if it fits then buy it."

"Well it will fit because that is my size but only to please you I will try it on." I said grabbing the dress and walking off in a huff towards the changing rooms.

Before entering the changing room I turned around only to see the assistant, Rhubarb, my friends and a few other shoppers looking at me, waiting patiently to see whether the dress would fit.

In the doored cubicle, you had a couple of pegs on one side, a full length mirror infront and a little seat on the other wall. I took off my top and took the dress off the hanger and quitely mumbling to myself "please fit, please fit, please don't let me die and burn out there with embarrasment", I reached my arms straight above my head and started slipping the dress down.



I could have died, it got stuck around my shoulders, I pulled gently on the dress hoping, praying, crying internally, but with no luck it just would not go any further than my shoulders. I was panicked now thinking everyone would just laugh because I had made such a fuss. I put the dress back on the hanger, got dressed and left the cubicle.


I walked out holding my head high, placing the dress graciously on the counter and I looked at Rhubarb, grinned then looked at the assistant behind the counter and said.

"See, I told you it would fit."

Walking out of the shop with my new dress in hand for which I paid approx £100. I looked at Rhubarb and said remorsefully "I don't think I should have had breakfast today."

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