A/N: Another flash fiction! (Though this one was almost a short story)
There were few things Riley detested quite as much as the myth of Happily Ever After.
The idea that if only you met a man, your soul mate so to speak, your life would instantly become perfect and you would have nothing else to wish for. Well, perhaps a couple of children. Perfect copies of your perfect man. And because they were so perfect and he was so perfect, your life would be perfect as well. A little world of rainbows and sunshine.
The mere thought of it made her want to hurl.
Which was probably why a bridal shop hadn’t been her first choice as a job opportunity.
But it was 2009 and in the midst of the economic crisis you took what you could get. Even if you hated weddings, and your job was to tell a bride twenty times a day that she looked like a ‘real-life princess’. You had to pay the bills somehow or another.