Wedding- Part 3

The ceremony was nice, I love in the orthodox weddings the part where the main actors are walking around the altar and everyone is chanting: "Ayyouha al rabou ilahouuuunaaa bil majdi wal karamati kalilhoumaaaaaa."
So at the end of the wedding we noticed that, unfortunately, the dress has yet a bigger and a more accentuated rip. However, of course, following the ceremony, people approach the front bench to congratulate the parents of the groom and the bride and wish the bachelors the same as the bride and groom. The bride and groom and their families have to take pictures in front of the altar too.
We got to take some really nice pictures and finally we were heading towards the exit door of the church and I was looking forward to getting into the car with Celine and Helena and heading towards the Casino- where the dinner will take place- to figure out what I will do with my dress.
When I got to the church's door I was surrounded with three women, a friend of mine whom I haven't seen yet, a family friend who was telling how pretty I looked, and an old aunt or a far relative who was telling me how much I have grown and that she did not recognize me.
I do not remember my conversation with the three of them well, but I do remember my replies, to the question: "How are you?" reply: "Thank you... Where's Helena?" And then I had to leave, while I was walking a woman pokes me and whispers: "Your dress has a rip in the back!" I smiled and I replied: "Yeah...Well... Celine? Helena?" And then I found Helena who was talking to her aunt, a pretty knowledgeable person in dresses. Her reaction to the rip: "Ohhh, how are you going to fix this?"
After finding Celine we decided to start. Again, me in the back with Helena and Celine (Octave the driver) driving!
However, it was getting dark... so we had to stop.
We stopped on the side of the road where the view was not as nice as you would imagine because of some minor components that spread a despicable smell in other words, garbage.
So we opened the back door, Helena was sitting on the back seat and I was standing in my high-hurting-heels. Celine was using her cellphone to shed some light so Helena can minimize the risk of poking me with the needle.
The work was labor extensive but was very well done.
We did get a bit late to the Casino but just a classy late.
The dress did survive the whole night including a non-stop dancing from my part!
Thanks Helena and Celine.
So if you ever think of sending you daughter to a school where they teach knitting and sewing, don't think twice, just do it, she might be able to save the dress of her cousin on her brother's wedding day!