I never imagined I’d be the kind of bride to get emotional over a dress, yet here I was, standing in front of the mirror at Bella’s Bridal, attempting to hold back the tears that were threatening to destroy my freshly applied makeup.
“Oh, honey,” my mom said as she gave me a shoulder rub. “Wow, you look breathtaking.”
The beaded lace bodice flowed into a beautiful tulle skirt, and I ran my fingers over it in awe of how well it fit. The dress was perfect for my wedding day with Adam, just as I had imagined.
As I spun around to face her, I murmured, “This is it.” “This one is perfect.”
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