Bri had been anxiously anticipating their
five-year reunion in May. It was the first time her entire class would be
together since high school. Most of them had graduated college, some were
married, and few had children. Bri never cared much for high school. She was
teased often and hadn’t grown into her 6’0 frame until her sophomore year of
college, at which point she became quite beautiful. She’d secured a well paying
job with a law firm in the Nashville area that she loved and was expecting to
be promoted soon. Not to mention she had met the man of her dreams, and he’d asked
her to be his wife just the week before. She had come such a long way from high
school, and she couldn’t wait to show all the people that ignored her just how
wonderful her life was. She had it all, the good looks, the corporate job, and
her dream man. Wait, she had it all, all except the perfect dress! Bri knew
this small detail would be heavily judged at the reunion and decided she would
spend as much time and money as it took to find the perfect gown. She went to
store after store downtown, but nothing seemed to be perfect for the occasion.
She left a bit discouraged and decided to swing by her favorite vintage store
on the way home, just in case. As she got out of her car the sign signaling “couture
sales” immediately caught her eye She walked in to see a chic, black mannequin
dressed in a gorgeous, long, backless, white, Channel gown. A small gasp
escaped her lips and she ran her fingers down flawless fabric. Bri
didn’t eat a single carb for two weeks before the reunion and finally the day
arrived. Once the finishing touches had been made to her hair and make-up she
carefully slipped into her gown. She couldn’t help but smile as she looked at
herself in the mirror, thinking how absolutely perfect it looked.
When Bri opened to door for her fiancé he seemed
to be speechless, and she knew she would get exactly the reaction she was
hoping for at the reunion. They pulled up to the Opryland Hotel around 7:00. As
Bri’s heels hit the pavement she took a deep breathe, straightened her
shoulders, and smoothed her hands down her gown one last time checking for any
speck of dirt. She took her fiancé’s arm and strutted confidently into the
gathering. Just as she had hoped everyone was jealous of her fabulous life and
extremely complimentary of her perfect gown. It was the perfect choice.
Just as Bri decided to call it quits and asked
her fiancé to get the car, one of her old acquaintances approached her. They
were leaning in to hug goodbye when she tripped over the carpet. It was like
watching a nightmare in slow motion as the crimson red wine flew out of the
glass moving like a wave towards Bri. She didn’t even have time to move. Before
she could blink her snow, white dress was covered in dark red wine.
The next day, devastated and embarrassed Bri
drove to McPherson
Cleaner’s, where she always had her custom, work suits tailored and
prayed they could lift the stain. The friendly staff paid complete attention to
Bri’s beloved dress when she walked in. They assured her they could get the
wine out of the vintage fabric. The dry
cleaning store had all the latest technologies for removing stains, and its
highly trained staff was qualified to work with even the oldest vintage items.
Just two days later Bri got a message from McPherson
Cleaners that her dress was ready for pick-up. Gritting her teeth as her dress
was brought to the front, Bri’s mouth dropped to the floor when the dress came
back looking as white as the clouds in the sky. Bri could not even tell the
wine had touched the fabric! Bri couldn’t have been more pleased with McPherson Cleaner’s exceptional
work on her gown. She was already impressed with their jean and suit
alterations and was relieved to have discovered another of their talents.
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