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Carlotta led Xaviera into a large room, where the rest of the women where.
No man was seen there, because the women were trying their clothes on.
Everyone was happy, but, the soon to be couples were sad and angry.
"Here comes the lady of this household. Unless we all confirm that her dress fits her, we can't be excited. It'd be to late to make another dress. But we don't have to panic much, it was made by the best designer in the whole world." Rosetta mumbled. It seemed like her old age was getting into her head. She was talking a lot, or maybe it was because her dreams were about to come through.
"Mhm, Xaviera dear, here is your outfit. You'd have to try it, if there are any adjustments to be made, then they'd." The fashion designer handed to Xaviera, a white wedding dress hanged on a plastic hanger.
Xaviera took it and went to an end, as she took off her previous clothes; putting on the wedding dress.
The designer walked to her after she saw that Xaviera was having some problems wearing it.
In less than five minutes, the dress was on Xaviera; very perfect.
"You see, it just fits her. Now, we have no problem. Where's the groom's father? He should take this to the groom. And please, make sure that the bride doesn't set her eyes on them." The designer said as she handed over some outfits in a bag to Rafaela.
Rafaela left the room, to look for her husband.
"Okay, so, Mrs. Sandro or should I say Mrs. Rodríguez, take off the dress. You'd wear it for as long as you want tomorrow. Until then, I'd put it safely on this hanger. Make sure you leave it here. I'd be here tomorrow to dress you up. I'm a makeup artiste as well." The designer told everyone.
"That dress is too revealing. My back can be see." Xaviera mumbled helplessly, knowing that it was too late to change it.
"Mhm, don't worry, you'd like it tomorrow. Trust me." The designer added.
Xaviera nodded her head as she sat down.
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Rafaela found her husband. She handed over the bag to Rafael, telling him to give it to his son. After which she ran to where she came from, not saying another word to him.
"Yes, Sandro has gotten the outfits. Thanks a lot for making the outfits within this short period of time." Rafaela told the designer.
"Good, I'd be here tomorrow, bye." The designer said and left at once.
"So, I guess everything would be left for tomorrow. Oh, Xaviera, who would you like to fit into the position of your maid of honor? Maybe a friend or anything." Rosetta asked.
It was only Nadia who could be the qualified person. She was the only good friend of Xaviera; best friend.
"Don't you dare mention what you're thinking, because I won't agree." Carlotta told Xaviera.
If not Nadia then who? Nadia has been Xaviera's friend since long, this could be the only opportunity to make her (Nadia) feel like she was important.
"Mom, see, give Nadia a chance." Xaviera mumbled to her mother.
"No way. Sandro has a lot of female cousins, they can be your maid of honors." Carlotta replied.
Xaviera didn't want to argue with her mom, so, she kept mum, leaving the decision for the elders to make.
"We won't ask why you don't want Xaviera's best friend to be her maid of honor, but, whatever it is, we all know that you're her mother, and you know what's good for her. So, Sandro's cousins are outside. We'd just inform them, they'd be glad to fit into this position. And, they all have the outfits that match the dress code. You don't have to worry." Rafaela suggested.
Carlotta nodded her head in approval.
In no time, the maid of honors were chosen. Sandro had already chosen his best men, so there was no need to worry.