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And here is someone else new to the slick style. Daytime TV presenter Holly Willoughby in a pair od beautiful Latex leggings.
Now the original story from our dear Skinnie Stallion, which we chose to keep back for the blog.
It is a little naughty, but all done with gentle sweet fun.
As ever, this is set in Skinnies version of the Andyverve, but that does not make it any less valid or brilliant.
The Bridesmaids
The Maids got out of the car chattering with excitement. Jane gave each of them a hug and thanked their parents for dropping them off. Before closing the front door, she checked that the big car was ready and waiting at the edge of the driveway at Fullerton Hall. Everything was going exactly to plan. She gestured to the chauffeuse to pull round the arc of the drive and wait outside the front door. Time was moving on and they would soon need to leave for the village Church where she would handover to Andy’s father at the west door.
Jane looked at the Maids and held a finger to her lips. The Maids immediately went silent and smiled at her. They knew: she wanted them to be a surprise for Andy. She took a quick look in the hall mirror, straightened the brim of her hat, then took each Maid by the hand and led through into the Day Room where Andy was waiting anxiously. He looked wonderful: the perfect Princess for what was going to be his perfect day. Jane blinked hard. It was too early for tears. They would undoubtedly come later, and probably at several different times during the day, but it was too soon to be smudging her make-up. "So ,what do you think of your Maids of Honour?" she asked as they entered. “Don’t they look adorable?”
“Maids?!” Andy queried with an exclamation. “But I thought I was having Page Boys?!” He got up carefully from a wide high backed chair where he’d been staring out the window at the ornamental garden and nervously thumbing through a copy of ‘Brides’ magazine for any last minute tips. The chair might not have been as comfortable as the settee or the chaise-longue, but he didn’t want to crumple his dress although he knew that some distress would necessarily occur in the short ride to the Church. He turned to look at Jane and her young charges. His jaw dropped with astonishment. It was like looking at flawless, smaller versions of himself
‘You were darling but neither Richard nor Roger liked the stiff, formal page boy suits when they were being fitted. After you’d gone, they wanted to go back to the Brides side. It was Roger’s idea. He particularly wanted to look like you. He persuaded his older brother although it didn’t take much effort. Don’t they both adorable?”
“Hello, Auntie Andy,” screeched Richard and Roger in unison pattering towards him in their ballet flats. “Do you like our dresses?”
Andy was speechless. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “B… B…. Bu …….”
Jane interjected, “I think Auntie Andy is trying to say ‘Yes’, aren’t you dear boy?”
Andy found his voice, “Yes, Auntie. Yes, boys.”
“That’s better, Andrew. What else to do you say?”
“You both look lovely. But I never knew.”
“We wanted it to be a surprise for you,” said Roger.
“Don’t their parents mind?” asked Andy directing his question to his Aunt.
“I think you should ask Richard and Roger that question.”
“Don’t your parents mind?” asked Andy, who’d now bent down to speak to the Maids and look more closely at their dresses. Andy was astonished. Their dresses were immaculate copies of his. The only difference was their shoes. Even their make-up was similar to his. He gave each of them a little hug and peck on the cheek.
“Not at all. They think we look great,” said Roger.
“And it’s just for the morning and afternoon,” said Richard giving a little curtsey.
Andy stood back up taking Roger’s hand to steady himself on his Louboutins. “I do like your hair,” said Andy to Roger.
“Thank you, Auntie Andy.”
“It does look nice, doesn’t it?” said Jane. “Roger wanted it to exactly match your shade. And Richard then said he wanted something closer to my shade.”
“But Auntie Jane and mummy said we couldn’t wear heels like you. They said we were too young.”
“Don’t worry, your ballet flats look lovely. And they’re very practical. Heels would hurt your feet after a few hours if you’re not used to wearing,” said Andy, the voice of experience having first tried his mother’s heels when he was eight and then borrowing Jane’s during his stays since he was thirteen.
“Yes, never mind,” said Jane. “You all look fabulous. Now it’s time for us all to get in the car and go to the Church. We can’t have Auntie Andy being late on his big day.”
Jane might not be his parent, but she’d never felt prouder of her boy than this day. Everything was working perfectly. And she still had a final treat in store for Richard and Roger that only she and they knew about. For the evening reception and disco she’d got them special outfits. They would be back as Page Boys. Page Boy outfits but special boys outfits: frilly white blouson shirts, little red leather waistcoats, and tight black PVC pants. And as a special treat, shiny little black ankle boots with pointed toes and 2” heels. (Well, it was just for the evening and the heels weren’t that high, but they would make all the difference for them when trying to impress the girls on the dancefloor.) They could remove their tiaras if they wanted, but she’d retouch their make-up for them: she knew the bride would want his Page Boys to look flawless.
Jane was so happy that the boys had liked the outfits she’d selected for them from the BOY!™ Junior catalogue, albeit she had to ask them to run up some special smaller sizes. She had already made her choice about what ‘sensible’ outfit she was going to wear that evening.
Now they really must go to the car.
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Sorry, if my comment includes a twist (as ever).
N.B. You know my thoughts about underage. In this scenario, nothing improper would ever be considered or countenanced by Aunt Jane or the guests, in fact they would be jealously protective and just see it as an affectionate tribute to Andy on his special day.
