Tanjong Pagar smelt faintly of fried water chestnut that hectic Friday evening. The train was packed full of commuters, most returning from work. Even the surrounding fauna worked themselves off in a feathery cluster.

Don was on his way that afternoon to Aunt Cat's bridal shop. He was told to go there for a fitting. Aunt Cat would then pick a suit for him to wear during his upcoming prom-night. Don did not have high expectations.

Pale sunlight shone upon the pedestrians as they scuttered about the place, its tamarine warmth somewhat giving them the strength to.

The shop was finally located after minutes of searching. The row of shophouses off the main road seemed all the same to Don.

"It's the one with the big Z sign."

"Okay..."

Diana's Designs...

7-eleven...

Y's Weddings... (No shit.)

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A big sign hung over Don, it's metallic brilliance reflecting the sun's rays.

Z.

(Actually there was a longer name, but the author has forgotten. =D)

Aunt Cat was already at the entrance, waiting for him.

"Hey boy, got your stuff ready. Now we need to measure you up."

Trawls upon trawls of wedding dresses and tuxedoes lined the brightly-lit shop. There was no telling how many weddings this shop has helped organise. Two tiny little bears, wearing a wedding tux and gown adorned the front window pane of the setting. A large, french-designed wedding dress was on display next to it. It was, put it simply, astounding.

Wow. And isn't those two bears very familiar?

Goong.

"Boy, what are you doing? Come to the back. Aunt Anna is here, she'll fit you up," Aunt Cat's voice resonated through the shop.

"Orh."

Oh em gee. A tuxedo?

It was a black tuxedo.

"Go on, try it on."

Don entered the fitting room. The material was soft and velvety, while still having a sturdiness like no other. It was very much unlike what Don would expect from a normal blazer. The pants was put on too, so was the lent shirt.

Wow, is that me?

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"Come get it from Aunt Anna on Wednesday, alright? We'll do some minor tailoring." Aunt Cat glimpsed out of the window to look at a couple entering the shop. They were going to have a fitting themselves.

Don took a seat and just looked on. The bride was wearing a white sashed top blouse with a combined gown adourning floral decors. And... And...

(Author: There's just nothing to describe it. It was just so damn nice, la.)

The groom was transformed too.


They say that clothes make a man...
...and perhaps it may be true.

Ring, ring.

"Hello?"
"Boy, Mum here. Still at Aunt Cat's shop?"
"Yeah."
"Let's go buy some clothes for your prom."

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She ended up buying her clothes in the end.

Women.

...But it was so, so fun.

And that's why I love my mother. =D