A small glimpse of victory

I saw the maid who informed about Brittany requesting for me.

"Are the wedding dresses in?" I asked her.

"Yes."

"You know what to do," I tell her.

She nods, shooting me an odious look.

When I got to Brittany's door. I wiped the tears printed on my face and put on an annoying look I always have on my face whenever I am around Brittany, before waking in.

"How do I look?" Brittany asked when she spotted me. I glanced at her gorgeous wedding dress.

She looks like the perfect bride she wants to be.

"Beautiful." I compliment her.

"I know," she cockily says

"Now I can take it off." She took a long drag of breath

"The wedding dress is so tight. I need to lose some weight." She laments whilst taking the wedding dress off.

"Why didn't you give your designer the right measurements?"

"I needed the motivation to lose weight."

I gape, looking at her incredulously.

She is crazy. How perfect does she want to look?

She looks so perfect exceeding the word perfect.