It was vintage and elegant and majestic — and I knew that this was the dress that had been waiting for me
DRESS FOR SUCCESS I didn’t need to look in the many mirrors. My mother’s and sister’s faces said it all. It wasn’t just that I’d put on a white dress; I’d been transformed into a kallah
M y heart fluttered with a million new feelings; shivering glee and hope a twinge of angst. I put a hand to my heart as if that would calm the frenetic buzz inside and wrote a list. First order of the day: a wedding dress.
There’s something about a bridal boutique a sort of magic reflecting off the mirrored walls glittering in the rows and rows of creamy white satin and lace and taffeta and tulle. My mother and sister pointed out different pieces beaded and beruffled and I nodded and kept looking noncommittal. Who finds a dress in the first shop they visit?
And then I saw it.
It was ivory taffeta ruffled delicately down the bodice. At the waist the fabric split to reveal embroidered lace gushing in layers and wrapping around the whole dress. Tiny buttons marched all the way down the back; sleeves ended in a bell of textured lace.
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