Poppy was quiet for a few minutes before sighing in frustration. "This is annoying. Do I have to wear a dress?"
"No, this is honestly ridiculous. Clara, was this one a prank?" Clara gave Francis a small smirk. "Depends on which one you're talking about." "The one with the hips?" "Oh, yeah. That one was definitely a prank."
Clara grinned. "Poppy, can you come out with that one?" There was a small sigh before Poppy came out, her arms crossed grumpily. The dress was actually quite lovely from the shoulders to the waist, with a neckline that exposed her collarbones and sleeves that ended neatly at her wrist. However, at her hips, the dress blossomed out dramatically, making it difficult for Poppy to get past the curtain.
She squinted at the two of them, Clara snickering behind her hand. "You're both fired," she said flatly, returning behind the curtain. "I'll get a new maid of honor and a new groom."
There came a low groan of frustration from behind the curtain. “It’s official. I’m just going to wear jeans down the aisle. Or that red dress; you like that one right, Craw?”
"Oh, I think it can," she replied darkly. Clara chuckled. "Let's see it, Pops." There was a groan before she came out with a frown, crossing her arms uncomfortably. There was delicate lace crossing her shoulders and a carefully fitted bodice that billowed out into a skirt. She glared down at herself. "What if there's a zombie apocalypse? How will I avoid getting eaten in this?" Spoiler: Dress #1
