Come Share My Love - By Carrie Macon Page 0,66
coming from the bakery.
“Hey Shy.”
“Good morning, Venice! Where are you off to?”
“I am going to run into town so that I can pick up my gown for the ball. I had it made. The dressmaker said I could pick it up this morning since we have so much to set up for later. Would you like to join me? I plan on getting some breakfast too.”
“We’re just picking it up?” Venice nodded “Sure. I’m starved anyway. And I need to pick up a few things from the drug store.”
She had planned on surprising Zackary with the condom’s so that he wouldn’t have to go out today and get any. She would get a pregnancy test for Essence and she would get herself some body wash. She loved smelling fresh and sure Zackary would appreciate it as well.
When they got to the dressmaker and Shyla saw how pretty Venice’s dress was she couldn’t help but feel envious. The dress was gorgeous. She had brought a dress with her but it wasn’t as extravagant as this one. It wasn’t even one that you would wear to a gala or ball. She had to find something else. She asked the dressmaker if she had dresses that she had made but they weren’t for anyone in particular. She told her yes. She looked at Shyla’s build and her figured and told her that she had two dresses that she thought she might like but for sure she had one that would fit her and knock the socks off of the man she was with for the evening.
Venice and the dressmaker waited on Shyla to try the dresses on. The first was a white sequined Cinderella dress. It was okay but the balloon arms made it look like the dress that Glenda the Good Witch wore in the Wizard of Oz. Shyla and Venice both began humming we represent the lollipop kids. She said no to that dress.
The next dress was a pastel rainbow number. It was several thin layers of crepe just thrown together. It had spaghetti straps, a trimmed waist and crisscross at the back. If it wasn’t for all of the material at the bottom it would have been great. It was more springy than summery.
When Shyla saw the next dress she instantly fell in love. She hadn’t even had to try it on to know that it fit and she would look amazing in it. “Venice I think this is the dress. It’s gorgeous.”
“Well hurry up and put it on. Let me see what it looks like.”
Shyla walked out the dressing room with a wide grin on her face.
“Oh, Shyla, you look beautiful. That dress is you.”
“It is, isn’t it?” Venice nodded. “I just love it.” Shyla slid her hands down her hips. The dress was soft and very comfortable.
It was a cranberry colored, velour halter dress, with splits up both sides about three inches above the knee. The back was in a V-shape from the top of her back to her lower back just above the buttock, trimmed with rhinestones designed as butterfly wings. Two thin straps lined down the back from the top of the halter to the top of the wing tips. It fit her every curve and showed off just enough cleavage to be rated PG-13. She looked wonderful.
“This is beautiful. It feels good. You don’t think this reveals too much up top?” she asked the dressmaker.
“Sweetheart this dress was made for a busty woman. It looks amazing on you. I hadn’t made it for anyone in particular. I know how hard it is for women built like you, big busted, wide hipped and small waist to find the right kind of clothing, especially evening attire, so I have a line just for us. I could mold your shape to a mannequin for a pair of jeans and hit the lottery. Every black woman in America would buy then. Let me know if you’re willing to participate, I’ll pay you generously.”
“That sounds great. I’ll let you know. How much is the dress?” Shyla asked.
“Honey today is your lucky day. This dress is on me.” Shyla and Venice both stood with their mouths hanging open. “Babies, don’t gape at a blessing, just accept it. You just promise to come back and talk to me about molding your body for some jeans.”
“I most definitely will. Thank you so much.” She bagged Shyla’s and Venice’s dresses and sent them on their way but not before getting a hefty hug from