This is part 2 of A Christmas to Remember.
After warning me that the first dress I'll be given to wear will be deliberately prissy,
Dad told me that every dress after that won't seem quite so bad.
“That's what Mum said too. She bought me some lacy knee socks to wear with it and they're bad enough.” I told him. Dad said I was being dropped in at the deep end and assured me it would get better. “I hope so.” I glumly replied.
I also asked my sister if she would be at work the next day. “No got the day off.” she told me. “But I will be out from mid morning so I won't see you in your first dress.” she frowned.
“Phew!” I replied. “Do you know which one it is?”
Anna nodded. “I didn't like it much but it is very pretty.”
“Apparently so.” I sighed.
Dad would likely have set off for work by the time I rose on Sunday so we said our goodbyes before I went to bed. When I did wake the next day my sister was around, chatting with Mum in the master bedroom as I exited the bathroom. “I'm sure it was for a christening.” she said, to which Mum countered with it being the dress she got to wear for a wedding anniversary. Anna glanced at me as I passed. “Have you seen it yet?” she asked me.
“My dress?” I knowingly gulped, shaking my head as she nodded.
“Can he see it yet?” Anna asked Mum.