“The better to see you with my love,” Jen chimed in.
“What big ears you have!” Sally continued their comic relief.
“The better to hear you with my love,” Jen followed.
“What big teeth you have!” Sally mocked, her hands on either side of her face.
“The better to eat you with my love,” Jen cackled, but she wasn’t finished. True to Jen form she added her own twisted sense of humor. “My, what big -”
Sally slapped a hand over her mouth, quickly realizing where Jen was going with that statement. Jacque started laughing so hard she had tears running down her cheeks. As soon as Sally removed her hand Jen quickly added, “Thebettertoeatyouwith,” before Sally could re-cover her mouth.
Jacque abruptly stopped laughing, “You already said that,” she said, confused.
“So I did, my sweet, innocent flower,” Jen started to explain but was once again thwarted by Sally.
“Jen, shut it. Jacque, just allow yourself to ponder on that statement at a later date in time,” Sally told her, sounding everything but the part of June Cleaver.
“Ok, moving on from our weird impromptu skit. I get it, you want to dress me up all pretty for this ceremony and I can either play along or you two will make it hell for me. That’s what the red dress is about, isn’t it?”
“You’re smarter than you look, Sherlock,” Jen said as she stood up. “We will give you your real dress if you promise to play nice. Otherwise you’re going to be Little Red washed out Riding Hood, cuz that red really does nothing for your skin.”
“Gee, thanks for that keen observation, Watson. Fine, you win, bring out the big guns.”
Jen stepped out of the room and was back before Jacque could ask her where she was going. She came back with a hanger with what she presumed to be her dress hanging on it, but she couldn’t tell for sure because it was covered in one of those zipped clothing protectors. As Jen hung it on the back of Jacque’s bedroom door, effectively covering the dress that would have made her the living version of a sick fairy tale, Sally began to unzip the bag while humming the bridal march song.
“Cute, Sally, that’s just real cute,” Jacque told her sarcastically.
“Watch it Red. I’d hate to have to incorporate more of the famous fairy tale into your ceremony, but I’ll do it if you force my hand,” Sally threatened as she pulled the dress out from the hanging bag.
Jacque’s breath caught at the sight, so simple yet very elegant and eye catching. She had to admit she was impressed with her friends' taste. The dress was primarily white, with a double flare skirt that came just above the knees. The waist had a green sash sewn into the dress and the green flared out into the skirt with some floral accents. To finish it off, they had added a hunter green, puff short sleeve bolero jacket made of satin with ruffled edges running up the high-necked collar and down to the sleeves. It was simply perfect.
“Hey wolf-man, they even thought of you and provided cover for my markings.” Jacque sent the thought to Fane.
“How very thoughtful of them, Luna, although you can’t honestly think I would have allowed you to come in that dress without the jacket,” Fane answered.
“You are so lucky that you aren’t with in my reach right now because that little comment would have earned you some retaliation and it still might if I’m not feeling generous later,” she scolded him.
His only response was a soft chuckle in her mind and she thought she might have felt his hand caress her face. Geez, Jacque thought, he is going to be the death of me.
“Could you please stop talking to your hunky wolf and tell us what you think of the dress?” Jen said, snapping Jacque out of her thoughts.
“How did you know I was talking to him?” Jacque asked.
“You always get an intense look on your face, so I figure you are either constipated or talking to Fane. If you aren’t talking to Fane then you ought to see a doctor because you are constipated a lot,” Jen explained. Sally was cracking up at Jen and Jacque was giving Jen an un-lady like hand gesture.
“I have to admit, you guys have outdone your selves,” Jacque told them. “It truly is beautiful and tasteful and the jacket was the perfect touch. Thank you guys so much. Oh crap, I think I’m going to cry,” Jacque said, much to her chagrin.
“Don’t start the water works, there will be plenty of time for that later,” Sally teased her.
“Ok ladies, I need something to eat before I slide into that, if I might add, much more appropriate dress so let’s head downstairs so I can get my grub on,” Jacque announced.
“Please tell me you don’t say 'get my grub on' to Fane when you are talking about eating,” Sally pleaded.
Jacque waved her hands in the air in a whatever gesture. “He can either take me as I am, grub and all, or not.”
“Oh I’m pretty sure he wants to take you, and quite possibly as his grub,” Jen snickered.
Sally gave Jen their usual fist bump, “What would I do without you and your sexual innuendos, my sweet, nympho friend?”
“You would be square,” Jen told her, her fingers tracing the shape in the air.
“Huh, so I would,” Sally agreed thoughtfully.
The girls headed downstairs and threw together some PB and J sandwiches. They were quiet as they ate. Jacque finished first and just as she was going to head upstairs to change, her mom came into the kitchen. “You ladies need to hurry up if we are going to make it on time,” Lilly told them.
“I’ve just got to fix my hair and throw on my dress and then I’m game,” Jacque answered.
“Correction, I need to fix your hair. There is no telling what kind of mess you would put together on your head,” Sally added
“Did you decide to cooperate with your partners in crime so you wouldn’t be the world’s first living Little Red Riding Hood?” her mom asked her.
Jacque glared at Sally and Jen, giving them her best 'if I was a wolf I’d bite your ass' stare. “Yea, they won this round, but you know what they say about payback.”
Jen just laughed as she and Sally trailed her up the stairs to help her get dressed.
“Sit down, kick back and chill-out so I can fix this unruly mess you call your hair.”
“You have to do it up off her shoulders because of the chomp, chomp thing, if you know what I mean,” Jen said, her teeth snapping together.