There are few things worse than Bridesmaids dresses, they nearly never look good. There are one or, if you are lucky two of the girls who will look decent in them but all the rest of the girls have to suffer wearing something they look awful in while the bride enevitalbly glows with almost super natural beauty. Miranda had yet to find this out though.
It seemed her mom intended to make an evening out of it, first they went to the shop, and Miranda was horrified to find that the dress was a soft pink, was lacy, and was designed to be tight. She felt so frilly and self concusious in the thing, and ichy, she didn't like it. But this was what her cousin had picked out so, and her mom instructed her that this just a part of the whole process, and that one day she could force her friends to wear something she loved but they didn't. It was the power that came with being bride. Still there was something within Miranda that felt slighted in that she didn't look her best, in forcing her to feel less pretty than she was. She knew she had cloths at home which wouldn't make her feel so strange and she wished she could wear one of those dresses. Not that she wanted to wear dresses....things were complicated in her mind.
Then, as a reward her mother took her to see 27 dresses, a Kathrin Hegal movie about a girl who was a prepetual bridesmaid. Her mother seemed very pleased with herself for the theme she was able to pull into the evening out with her daughter, something that she saw as being very normal, but that Miranda wasn't quite on the same page with. Miranda didn't even know this movie existed before they were at the theater and Randy would never have gone to this, even as a date, but Miranda sat and found herself laughing at the show, found herself enjoying her time with her mother, who she had never really connected with before, and strangely enough having a fun evening.
At the end of the night her mom told her how proud she was of her, and it made Miranda blush, she had never wanted her mothers pride before, yet now it seemed to matter. Then her mother brought up cheerleading and things got a little more awkward, It seemed that thing, the idea that Miranda might be a cheerleader, was caught up in her mothers pride. She didn't want to disapoint her, but also didn't want to get too caught up in the magic that had changed her for that very purpose, to give in to it. Her mother could sense some tension and then started telling stories about how great cheerleading was for her as a child, about how her mother, Mirandas grandmother, had also been on one of the first ever cheerleading teams. It seemed that the more things changed the more they stayed the same, as a guy she had lived to impress her father, who had been the great footballer, and now she was in the same boat on the other side. Miranda didn't want to disapoint her mom, so she smiled and said she was going to try out and made up a lie about nerves. This pleased her mother. Overall the night had been very telling, and it was only as she went to sleep that she fully realised how deep she may have gotten herself.
