“Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress.”
“I’ll give you lots of good reasons,” he said. “For one, dresses are pretty, particularly on you. For another, dresses give you a good deal more leg-room, should you feel the need to kick somebody. For a third reason….. they look pretty?”
“See?” she said. “You can’t even come up with three. That’s not enough reasons. Nowhere near enough.”
“How many do you need?” he asked.
“More than three,” she said diplomatically. “Not a million. But more than three.”
“All right then,” he said. “How about, it’ll make your mother happy.”
“That’s a reason not to wear a dress,” she said.
“Oh, come on,” he said. “You can’t wear a dress just the one time? Just to make her happy? It’s our engagement party, after all. Then we can spend the rest of our lives making her miserable. I promise.”
“Oh, I don’t want to spoil it,” she said. “I’ve done such a good job making her miserable so far.”
“Until you agreed to marry me,” he added.
“Yes,” she agreed. “Until that… Pity I like you so much.”
He would not be deterred.
“You can’t wear a dress, just this once?” he asked.
“I’m wearing one at our wedding,” she said. “One poufy dress ought to be enough for a lifetime.”
“It doesn’t have to be poufy,” he said. “It can be as un-poufy as you’d like it to be.”
“Well, all right then,” she said, smirking up at him. “I’ll wear a dress …. If you will.”
“You drive a hard bargain,” he said, smiling down at her. “But you’ve got yourself a deal.”
And then he kissed her and she couldn’t, for the life of her, remember why she didn’t want to wear a dress in the first place.
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