Perfectly

I pulled the monstrosity of lace and tulle over my head. It felt as if I were crawling through a rainforest. I hated it, even before it fell to my toes. As the young woman from the boutique laced me up, my future mother-in-law beamed. I smiled back knowing this would never be THE dress.  I would come back when she couldn't be with me and then, I'd find the dress that fit my dreams perfectly.


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