On The Edge series.
Believe it or not, but I have done the whole 'shopping for a white dress' thing. It was a long time ago, before I ever met Leo or Brett. There weren't big bridal salons like today at the time. My mother and I went to a seamstress, she showed us drawings of her designs as well as a couple dresses she was working on at the time, and we talked about what I wanted. I never had the chance to try on my actual dress. I was turned before I could take delivery of it.
No, I couldn't tell you what it looked like. It was too long ago and I don't remember. And even if I'm lying, you can't prove it.
The big wedding thing isn't going to happen today. I don't think my boys would care for it any more than I would. All three of us wear a ring, and the manner in which these rings were given and received matters more than specific vows or a what we wear for a day.
Still. If by some strange accident we decided to go through it, I wouldn't want the whole 'princess ballgown' look. My lovers may treat me like a queen, but I don't need to dress like one. I'm thinking, something short. White, sure, if we're playing the game I might as well stick to that - even though it certainly wouldn't symbolize chastity! - but not stuffy or elaborate. Something fun, that would move well on the dance floor, because of course the wedding would take place at the club. Strapless to show off my shoulders and my neck - and the marks there. A fitted top, because I have a nice figure and I have no issues flaunting it. And of course, most importantly, a lovely pair of high heels.