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Date Posted: Sunday, February 26, 05:19:20pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 387+" on Wednesday, February 08, 08:18:13pm
“Can I have a moment, please?” Nikita asked Nancy as she was struggling to keep her composure in this particular dress. She needed a moment alone and she needed to get out of the dress.
“Let me get you out of this dress first, ok?” Nancy inquired as she got up on her tip toes to help unzip the sleek dress from Nikita’s body. Nikita pressed her lips together and didn’t say a word. She struggled not to allow the tears to fall from her face.
Nancy had pulled a few dresses that she thought would work for Nikita to try on before they had arrived. Nikita felt that she needed to try them on because Nancy was staying for them and refused any extra restitution for staying open hours later than she had planned on this day. The first one had a huge bow and Nikita barely could contain her laughter at it as she walked out to Michael who did laugh. The second one had feathers and it had brought laughter to the both of them also.
But this one, it was too sleek and too much like another dress.
Like what she had worn for the Section Wedding to Helmut.
It was worse as Nikita walked towards Michael in it. She had been in that ceremony wishing that Michael would find a way to stop it from happening and she felt that twinge of memory threatening to take her right to those moments again while in that boutique.
Nikita stepped out of the stress and almost collapsed into the chair in relief. She held the bustier that all of a sudden felt so tight on her chest and smoothed out the slip that was on her legs. “I just… need a few…”
“The dress was beautiful…. I’m sorry I made you try it on,” Nancy yammered as she slipped the dress back onto the hanger and into the protective bag. Nikita shook her head. “It’s been… a long day… I just need a break.”
“Are you sure you want to try more on?” Nancy inquired and Nikita nodded her head up and down. “Yeah… some just… time…”
“I’ll go get you some water… you look a little pale,” Nancy declared as she turned and took the offending dress, and another two dresses that were in the same type of style out of the dressing room with her.
Nikita heard the click of the door, giving her some privacy and her tears started to roll down her face. She didn’t want to go there right now, but her mind was there.
Nikita had found it hard that Helmut made her get married twice, one for his own feelings and once for what would get shared with others, especially Section. That minister looked at them and Nikita wanted to stop it right now. “Do you, Helmut Volker, take this woman, Anna Gunther to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love honor and cherish so long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” Helmut replied with a grin of satisfaction on his face.
Nikita reminded herself that she wasn’t marrying Helmut Volker – Anna Gunther was. But it didn’t change the fact. And there was on Michael Samuelle to save her from these moments.
“And do you, Anna Gunther, take this man, Helmut Volker, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love honor and cherish until death do you part?” the ministered inquired.
“I do,” Nikita responded back quickly as she couldn’t allow herself to think about what she was saying. She was Anna and Anna wouldn’t hesitate. But inside her mind was running as far away from this as possible.
She never wanted to fall in love. Not after what her mother had put her thru. Nikita definitely didn’t want to be married to anyone. To be a wife – to be possibly asked to love, cherish and obey? That wasn’t in Nikita’s thoughts of being part of her life. The fact that Michael had in the past quipped things to this line that her only job was to obey him, always made her stomach flip. Now she was in a wedding ceremony with Helmut Volker.
“Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride,” the minister spoke and Nikita tilted her head, hoping for just a small kiss but that wasn’t Helmut’s style. She endured the deep and passionate kiss, giving him something back because that was what Anna would do.
And now she was Anna Volker.
“Kita?” Michael called out as he tapped on the door. Nikita was wiping the tears from her face as he opened the door a crack and then stepped in. He shook his head as he allowed the door to gently close behind him. “Kita… I’m sorry… you didn’t need to try on that dress.”
“I had to remember those moments… and now that I have… I’m fine,” Nikita exhaled with a shaky voice. Michael tilted his head to the side. “Kita…”
“It was a job… and it was Anna Gunther… and I would have been killed if I didn’t do it,” Nikita spoke as she reached into her purse and pulled out a tissue. She looked around the room and shook her head. “I just… don’t know about these, Michael… it doesn’t feel right.”
“We should come back another day. You aren’t ready for this,” Michael cupped Nikita’s cheek. She pushed his hand away and shook her head. “I just… worry that I’m not going to find the dress.”
“Kita, you are so beautiful that the dress doesn’t truly matter,” Michael spoke and Nikita tilted her head to the side. “I didn’t want this big thing, Michael.”
“I know,” Michael nodded his head. He stroked her hair back and leaned back on his heels as he stayed in front of Nikita in the chair. “But I know that you never believed in fairy tales and you didn’t have that magic in your childhood… that I wanted to give you taste of a grownup fairy tale now… so you can see the magic that you are going to give to Sabina… that you have given me…”
“I was never good at dressing myself up,” Nikita commented with a nervous laugh. Michael stood up and looked around the room. “I pulled a dress… I want you to try it on for me. Can you do that?”
“I’m here to try on dresses,” Nikita stood up as she looked at her bustier and the slip. “I have the undergarments and if I don’t get a dress, I can wear this to marry you.”
Michael chuckled as Nikita was pulling herself together although he was sure that she had a full blown PTSD flash. But that was fine because she was doing well now as long as Nancy didn’t try another sleek dress. “You trust me, right?”
“Nancy might not like it that you took her job over,” Nikita half-smiled as she nodded her head.
It took a few moments for Michael to leave the room, for Nancy to bring a dress in that she has talked Nikita into not looking at until she was out in front of Michael, and for Nikita to start being guided out to Michael.
“I didn’t mean to bother you earlier with the other dresses… see, when you said that you wanted Michael to help pick out your dress… I called him and we met and he had this dress that he described to me… it’s not something that we normally carry and it was hard to get a sample here… it just not normally an option for my brides…”
Nikita heard the gasp and Nikita nervously shifted from foot to foot. She could feel that the dress was a one shoulder dress of soft material that was smooth against her skin. It was probably a trumpet style as she could feel the snug bodice against her body and it went down her stomach and hips but then started to slip free afterwards. She used her fingers to try to figure out what she was in, but she felt wisps of material.
“You are cheating, Kita…” Michael finally spoke with a choked up voice. “And you are going to love it.”
Nikita felt the blindfold slip away from her face and she saw Michael first.
With a tear of joy on his face as he stared at her.
That was enough. She wanted this dress without even seeing it. Then she turned to the side as the mirror caught her attention. That was when she saw that the dress was adorn with thousands of small little wisps of butterflies that were slightly tinted with pale peaches and apricot colors. Nikita blinked her eyes as she saw that the butterflies went all the way up from the heavily concentrated bottom of the skirt to flirt all the way up to her the one shoulder strap.
There were not pearls or sequins. No bling and Nikita was so happy.
“I never thought… you’d be so right,” Nancy admitted as she was blinking back tears. “Perfect fit… amazing…”
“That dress is simply you,” Michael spoke as he stood up and walked to Nikita as she was standing, staring at the mirror, her mouth opened without words being formed. She saw Michael’s hand on her shoulder, while he wore his casual navy blue shirt and dark blue jeans and she started to cry.
Nikita had no doubt that she would never remember Helmut when she thought about weddings. She would think of this dress and Michael beside her.
And Nikita turned and looked at Michael. “I get to pick your tuxedo.”
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