While sitting with my pigeon & panther friends, I received a text from Ben that he did indeed get a tie for me. At this point, it seemed I'd sat long enough to feel we were running out of time, so I stepped back into the shop just as the ladies were releasing my bride from her prison. She looked stunning, beautifully made up, small white flowers in her hair ... a vision of beauty.
The Marquis de Sade (the owner of the shop) indicated she would come to the room to put her veil on. I turned to my bride who - apparently afraid to anger her captor - didn't seem to object, so I told her I would call her with a time, and we departed.
On the trip back to the hotel, Nancy filled me in on how difficult her appointment had been. Really, the one girl in the shop who had handled her nails was quite kind despite the pain, but the owner had been quite willful and unbending, and had only begrudgingly given in to Nancy's demands on the Drew Carrie makeup and any hair-cutting beyond her bangs (and only because Nancy eventually grabbed her hand before the scissors had reached cutting range). This had all occured in the exhausting environment of crossing a language gap. My bride was tired, with no time to rest before the wedding. I got her back to the room as quickly as I could, and we quickly began to get ready for the wedding ...
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