"Okay." you tell her, you were never that superstitious anyway. "I'll be there in a couple of minutes."
You are soon ringing the doorbell of Rachael's parent's house. The house is huge. Her family is very wealthy.
Rachael's mother answers the door. "Hello Andrew. Rachael is getting ready in her room."
"Thankyou." you make your way up the stairs.
You pass your sister, Jane, who is one of the bridesmaids. "What are you doing here?" she asks. "It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding."
"I don't believe in that stuff." you say. "She needs me to take something to the hotel."
You find Rachael in her bedroom, the other two bridesmaids are helping her into her dress.
"Hello honey." She greets you, half dressed.
You kiss her and ask. "So what do I need to take to the hotel?"
"Nothing." she says. "I lied to get you here."
"Why?" you ask, confused.
You notice the bridesmaids smile knowingly.
"To get you dressed for the wedding." she says.
"I am dressed." you indicate your tuxedo.
"Not properly." Louise, the maid of honour, walks over to the wardrobe and pulls out a white puffy dress, much like the one your flowergirl will be wearing except large enough for an adult.
"You will look much cuter in that." Rachael says.
"Don't forget her diapers." Kate, the other bridesmaid says. Holding up a thick cloth diaper and large pair of white plastic panties. "You don't want your little girl having an accident on her big day."
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