No, said her father, you may not wear asymmetrical dresses. No, you may not study apiculture. No, you may not walk the runway. No, you are not Winona Ryder in Beetlejuice. No, you may not marry the doorman.
She showed him.
At her wedding she wore a short, black, one-shoulder number with a two-horned chapeau and chin-length veil.”You look like you’re meeting Death for cocktails,” said Mr. O’Houlihan before he slipped the ring on her finger. Honeybees buzzed among the rafters. Shake, senora, shake, sang the choir. The bishop was pleased, but no one quite knew why.
Bonded jersey one-shoulder dress. ‘Hades’ hat with attached veil.