As Chardonnay stood in front of the mirror that night, she started thinking about the day that she had found this particular dress. Of course there was a story behind the little black dress that Patrick loved so much. As every coin has two sides so has any object.
The simplest thing most often has the greatest beauty. That is what Chardonnay thought as she walked past the second hand store on the way to work one day. As she back-tracked to peek closer into what was shown in the window, the dress seemed to speak to her and beckon her. Her psyche answering the call, she entered the shop just as the manager was putting the last touches on the window display.
The lady turned round as the bell tinkled over the door smiling. Chardonnay shuffled closer completely struck dumb by the beauty and the welcoming feeling she was receiving from the shop and its contents.
“The black dress, right?” inquired the lady without as much as a greeting. “You know this dress has a history,” she continued as she started removing the dress from the display, “she who is chosen shall be blessed in love. Sounds a little corny, right? I know, but it´s true. What size are you, love?”
“Um..On the large size of the scale, I guess,” stuttered Chardonnay staring at the tiniest and curviest piece of black material she had ever seen and then at her shoes in embarrassment.
“Straight ahead and turn left to the changing room, love, we want to see what it looks like on you. Run along.” She handed over the dress and started physically directing Chardonnay towards the changing room.
Five minutes later Chardonnay walked out from behind the curtain looking stunned. She had not imagined that it would fit. As she stood looking into the mirror on the wall she realized that the colour black had always made her look more mysterious and intriguing, what with her dark eyes and all. But this was too much. She looked very different to say the least.
“I thought so,” commented the shop lady as she came up behind Chardonnay, “I’m Ms Jay”. She stood behind her with a secret smile showing and a mysterious twinkle in her eye. “A girl always has a dream picture of the three perfect dresses in her mind: the prom dress, the little black dress and the wedding dress. You have already found one of the three. This is the second one and it will lead you to the third.”
Chardonnay´s thoughts were in a jumble, it was like a race was going on in there without a finish line. The dress clung to her curves, was revealing yet covered, simple with an air of sophistication. It was “the little black dress”.
“Do you want it wrapped or are you wearing it out of the shop, love? Do snap out of it, at home you can admire it for as long as you like. When you get out of it, I’d like to talk to you about something.”
Half an hour later, Chardonnay was back on her way to work with her new black dress packaged carefully and a jumble of a conversation on her mind. Did that really happen, questioned Chardonnay? Her phone started to ring at that moment: Patrick, it just had to be. Oh boy, what has he done or not done this time she wondered answering the phone.
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