SAY YES TO THE DRESS | MASIN

Masins heart skipped a little beat at the word Chancellor, but it quickly subsided. She couldn't think about that right now... imagining the day when she would have that title. Hah, most Maids of Honor would be contemplating the day in which they would get to be called The Bride To Be while Masin was here wanting an entirely different title. The bride thing didn't even cross her mind in any goal oriented fashion, no that was all for Em.

But the word Chancellor... it was going to be a long couple months.

The little blonde girl was incredibly perky and willing to help, which made Masin nod in a professional fashion at Em's comment about the service. Masin liked to see things working in order. "Aw, yes, quite," she commented before turning to the dresses in question on the mannequins. "Hmm... maybe the center one. Well, if it had the thirds ones embroidery. Well, I'm not big on any of those, actually," Masin laughed. She knew she was picky, but she'd support whatever Em chose. The blonde would look good in a garbage bag for heavens sake.

The little blonde receptionist came out, and Masin noticed the name tag Cassie. She was accompanied by an older girl, but with the same bright smile and eyes. "Welcome, Chancellor Hadley, Magister DeLisle,"[/b] the lady said with a sweet tone as she came around the counter. "I'm Cordelia and I'll be assisting you. So, who's the lucky bride?" she asked.

Masins eyes almost popped out of her head. "Not me!" She said, perhaps a little too suddenly. She was not even close to ready for that sort of thing. She calmed down, smiling sweetly, "The Chancellor will be trying on dresses today. Feel free to call us Masin and Ember during our visit," she offered.

Ember smiled as the stylist joined them. Masin spoke first, making Emmy giggled, "Yes. It's going to be a beach wedding. Have anything special for that venue?" She asked politely, looking at Masin for and moment before waiting to see what the stylist brought to them. The first was barely a dress. The reason the stylist brought it out was because it would be nice a airy for the event. But Emmy turned it away without even trying to on. In fact, if she never saw it again it would be too soon. The second was much better, but when Emmy put it on it reminded her of a bad prom experience. She shiver and shrugged out of it, not even showing it to Masin. The third, though. Just looking at it on the hanger made Emmy happy. Ember shimmied in to it and let the stylist help zip it up, "Masin, are you ready?" She stepped out, showing off the strapless number that had a high-low cut along the bottom.

Masin took a seat outside the changing room, right underneath the runway where the brides do their thing. Em must have tried on some dresses and didn't like them, because it was taking her a while to come out it seemed. Masin waited until she heard Emmys voice. "Ready!" she called back, standing up and folding her arms over her chest as she waited for her to step out.

Her jaw dropped a little as her best friend stepped out of the changing room in a dress that looked absolutely stunning, almost shockingly so. "Wow..." Masin said, taking a step forward to stand beside Ember and look at the dress through the mirror in front of them.