One quick sniff and a hearty shake reveal nothing about its contents. It's too big to be a shoe box and too oddly shaped to be my beloved KitchenAid mixer. My birthday is months away. My veil is yet to ship...
Wait a minute. Could it be? Is it SHE??? Yup, this big, brown cardboard box is currently home to my dress. I think.
See, I'm not allowed to open the box. I can't even peek inside to make sure it's really her. Apparently, opening the box negates the insurance on the dress (my dress has insurance?!?), or at least that's what the lady on the phone told me. I was clearly instructed to bring the unopened box to my first dress fitting next week.
It's painful and I won't lie...a number of scenarios have run through my head all morning. Oops, I spilled coffee all over the box and I just HAD to open it up to make sure that it didn't seep through and stain the dress!!! Or, I tripped and fell onto the box, which made a big hole in it...and when I got up, I was magically wearing it!!! Or, my co-worker accidentally threw it out our 6th floor office window which caused the box to open and the dress to come tumbling out...and I just happened to be standing there with my arms outstretched as the dress perfectly slipped on over my head!!!
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But because I'm a big chicken, I'm sitting here obeying my given instructions, staring a the box and wishing I had x-ray vision. I've waited 6 months...what's another 7 days, right?
How long did you have to wait to finally see YOUR dress?
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