Gowns A'morphin'

I was attending the wedding of a dear friend (and ex-boyfriend) from high school; I hadn't yet met his future husband, but I knew my friend was very happy and I was glad to be there. I met up with other friends from high school, including a diva actress and her cohort; no one seemed that impressed to see me.
Suddenly, I was out in a parking lot with my suitcase, trying to put my ball gown on in the open air, attempting to avoid the grease and oil on the ground. My college roommate was there, also getting ready. The dress I showed her was rose, with wide straps, a narrow waist, and a full skirt. When I was holding it in my hands to put on, it was green shantung silk and strapless. Once I finally put it on, it was a monstrosity of quilted satin with wide shoulders, paisley satin handkerchiefing, and a great deal of tulle. I could hear the wedding starting upstairs, and cursed myself for being late. The organist had finished playing for the moment; he came into where I was and I made him help me with my dress. I pulled the top layer of the skirt away from the waistband and couldn't get it to go back, so I couldn't wear the dress. "What have you done?" someone exclaimed.