I never expected bridal shopping to be this stressful. Hailey and Mom practically dragged me through boutique after boutique when I insisted I was done. My protests, “I can’t try on another dress!” were met with collective gasps and tut-tuts. I call Trevor’s mother Mom now, just for simplicity, and honestly, it felt easier than fumbling with formalities under her discerning gaze. The mirrors in every store reflected my frustration. Veils, corsets, satin, lace, sequins, all staring at me like they knew something I did not. I swayed uncomfortably in heels that made my feet scream. Hailey, of course, thought five-inch peep-toes were a blessing. My calves strongly disagreed. “Ally, come on. This one will look perfect for your… you know,” Hailey said, pulling a cream gown from the rack as if she had discovered gold. “Nope. Nope. Nope. I am done,” I said, waving my hands like someone surrendering in battle. Mom added gently, “Sweetheart, please try it. We want you to feel confident.”
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