was pretty. however, my friend turned into a total bridezilla. which is so unlike her. she yelled at everyone, even her mom, who is the sweetest person on the planet. and at one point she made me hide in the bathroom and cry. here's what happened.
I ordered my bridesmaid dress from alfred angelo a few months ago.
here it is:
I made sure to specify that the top was white, not ivory. well, they wound up shipping it to the wrong place, and then they sent me another one. I guess when they did, they sent the wrong color or something. it looked like it was right to me.
on the wedding day, she was strung out. nothing made her smile, and I tried to be the best bridesmaid ever. whatever. anyways, we go to a salon for hair and makeup, and then went to the castle (yes, she got married at a castle) to get dressed. we'd left our dresses there the night before at the rehearsal. no one noticed anything while we were getting dressed. then, I went into the ballroom where I saw laura talking with the bridesmaids. here's what went down.
me: *walking up smiling, eager to help*
laura: *stops dead and stares at me* "You got ivory."
me: *confused, thinking she's saying I have something on my dress*
laura: "I said WHITE."
me: *looking around and noticing the slight difference in colors of BM dresses, turning pale* "I'm so sorry, I told them white--"
laura, interrupting: *eyeroll* "WHATEVER. you can put your bouquet here for the reception."
me: "Laura, I'm so sorry, they must have screwed up--"
laura, interrupting again, snaps: "WHATEVER, NOT LIKE YOU CAN DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT NOW!"
then she stomped off and one of the bridesmaids (the one I don't like) actually smirked. I would love to kick that girl to sleep.
that's when I went in the bathroom and cried and then went downstairs. I didn't even go watch her get dressed like the other girls did. I couldn't get it up enough to care.
she actually said at one point "I just need SOMEONE to HELP me and NO ONE CARES!" me and the other bms exchanged a lot of looks. and when she walked down the aisle, she had total bitch-face. she looked miserable.
moral of the story is, on your wedding day, remember your bms are there because they care about you, and it's voluntary. they don't have to be there. I don't know when this trend started of people being like "oh, it's my wedding, I'm supposed to be a bitch!" stop watching those shows people.
oh, and I wound up paying the bridesmaid the $60. just so I didn't have to deal with it.