Francis faints.

He awoke to find his mother holding a cold compress to his forehead.

"Are you alright now," she asked.

Francis was still feeling faint recalling this mothers comment about the wedding dress.

"Yes, I'm feeling better mother," he replied.

"Good," she said. "Get ready, your batchlorette party starts in three hours."

"Three hours?" Francis felt faint again as he watched his mother leave. This was too much for him to bear. Emotions took hold of him and he began to sob uncontrollably for several minutes.

When he was done, he wiped his tears and noticed an outfit hanging by the closet. He walked over and examined it. It seems his mother had gotten it ready while he was ****.