It Looks Good on You--Spanna
Hanna sighed happily as she looked at herself in the mirror, running her hands over the bodice of her dress. It was pearl white, with a strapless lace bodice and a full skirt that nearly touched the floor. She could hardly believe that in less than a week she'd be walking down the aisle in this dress. It seemed almost impossible to imagine that it was all coming together. For the last couple of months, she'd had one foot in the wedding planning door and the other trying to find Charlotte's killer. After being kidnapped and nearly killed by AD, she’d been afraid the wedding wouldn’t happen. She'd been devastated by the loss of her engagement ring, which she knew was ridiculous, given the circumstances, but it had been a symbol of Spencer's love for her, and AD had taken it from her. But now, with a new ring on her finger and only days away from the wedding, it seemed silly that she had fretted over the piece of jewelry.
"It looks good on you," a low voice said from behind her. She spun around, her jaw dropping in horror. Spencer was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, a smirk on her face.
"What are you doing in here!?" Hanna sputtered, grabbing a blanket to try to cover up the dress. Spencer shrugged, entering the room and sitting on Hanna’s bed.
"I wanted to see my fiancé," she said nonchalantly, as if she hadn’t just sent Hanna into a superstitious tailspin. Hanna glared at her.
"I'm in my wedding dress!" she exclaimed. Spencer raised an eyebrow.
"So?"
"So? So? So you aren't supposed to see the bride in her wedding dress before the wedding! You just jinxed our wedding and probably our entire marriage!" she wailed. Spencer rolled her eyes. Of course Hanna would believe in the old wives’ tale. Still, despite the urge to tell Hanna it was just a superstition, she decided to play along.
"You’re right, the groom isn't supposed to see the bride in her wedding dress. But I'm not a groom, and as far as I know, there is no such rule about brides seeing their brides in their wedding dress," she pointed out, proud of her ability to come up with something that was logical but would still placate her fiancé. Hanna considered this.
"I guess you're right," she relented. Spencer grinned.
"Of course I'm right. I’m always right,” she said smugly. Hanna rolled her eyes and put down the blanket. She turned around, eying her backside in the mirror.
"Do you really like this dress? Do you think it makes my ass look fat?" Hanna asked, deciding to get Spencer's opinion since she had already seen her. Another eye roll.
"Now you want my opinion? Five minutes ago you were trying to kick me out," she joked. Hanna tilted her head expectantly, waiting for an answer.
"Your ass looks great. The dress looks gorgeous on you. It's perfect," Spencer said. Hanna beamed.
“Unzip me?” she asked, standing in front of her fiancé. Spencer gently pulled the zipper down, being careful not to rip the delicate fabric. She shuddered at the idea. There would be hell to pay if anyone caused any problems for this wedding, and ripping Hanna’s dress would certainly qualify as a problem. Hanna carefully stepped out of the dress and placed it in the plastic protector before returning it to the closet. She turned around and caught Spencer looking her up and down.
“Like what you see?” she asked with a smirk. Spencer blushed, embarrassed at being caught checking out the blonde. Not that it was the first time.
“Are those new?” she asked, not recognizing Hanna’s lingerie set. Hanna rolled her eyes.
“I’m practically naked and you’re looking at my underwear?” she asked, slipping her jeans and sweater back on. Spencer’s cheeks reddened more.
"You look beautiful in your dress too, by the way," Hanna said. Spencer frowned. Despite not believing in the silly superstition about seeing the bride in her dress before the wedding, she’d agreed that they should shop separately for their dresses. She’d caught enough of the bridal shows Hanna watched to know it wasn’t good when couples went dress shopping together. And she didn’t remember ever showing Hanna her dress, which she was keeping it at Aria’s until the wedding.
"What? How do you know that?" she asked. Hanna shrugged, having the good grace to looks slightly guilty.
"I might have asked Aria to send me a picture when you were trying dresses on," she admitted. Spencer's jaw dropped.
"And she did?" she asked in disbelief. Hanna nodded.
"Of course she did. I know we agreed to pick out our own dresses, but I wanted to make sure we didn’t completely clash. Aria understands the importance of that,” she said. Spencer shook her head, astonished by her fiancés antics.
"You're amazing, you know that?" she asked. Hanna's smile widened.
"I know," she said smugly.
“And you know you could have just asked to see the dress and I would have shown you?” Spencer asked. Hanna rolled her eyes.
“Sure, but where’s the fun in that?” she asked. Spencer shook her head again and kissed Hanna. The blonde gasped in surprise.
“What was that for?”
“Do I need a reason to kiss my future wife?” she asked, eyebrow raised. Hanna shook her head.
“Of course not,” she said.
“All right then, shut up and kiss me.”