Annalissa Hale Wedding dress shopping is not something I ever imagined myself doing on a Saturday morning with two five-year-olds in tow, but here I am standing in the middle of a luxurious bridal boutique that smells faintly of lavender and expensive fabric, while chaos incarnate clings to my legs.Clarissa is already drifting between racks of gowns. Her fingers graze satin and lace with bright eyes in that way that tells me she’s allowing herself to be excited. Really excited. Not the careful, guarded kind.The twins, on the other hand, are unimpressed.“Mummy,” Kian announces loudly, tugging at my coat, “this place is boring.”Hania, standing beside him with her arms crossed, tilts her head critically at a dress mannequin. “I think it’s elegant,” she says. “But the hemline is impractical.”The sales assistant blinks. “Hemline? Impractical? How old are you?”Clarissa snorts. I press my lips together, trying not to laugh.“It’s a wedding dress, Hania,” I say gently. “It doesn’t
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