There was no real reason to delay my dream— except for the belief that I shouldn’t be doing it alone
I walked into the wedding wearing one of my own creations, a black, layered D-RAMA dress.
“Mazel tov,” I kept repeating as I squeezed through the crowd to where the kallah was greeting well-wishers. I stole a glance at my watch. I was hosting a pop-up shop the next day and a long night of preparation still stretched ahead of me.
I finally found the kallah. “Mazel tov, Daniella!”
She pulled me in for a hug. “Im yirtzeh Hashem by you,” she wished me with a bright smile.
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