Your Mother's Wedding Dress

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It is all wrong.
For all the beauty this custom made piece is, by your dearest friend, this is one thought you cannot banish for what is to be the happiest day of your life.
Because it is all wrong.
Every logical part of you knows that. This isn’t how it was supposed to be.
You’re not wearing the dress you always thought you would.
The one you had always dreamt of. Right from your childhood to your early adulthood, you’d sneak to peek inside mother’s closet at the piece. You’d stare for hours, taking in the exquisite meshes of lace and silk. The bodice glitters with beads. Fit for a queen.
You stare at your own reflection, almost perfect picture of a blushing bride. All you’re missing is that swooning idyllic smile you cannot conjure yourself to wear.
Choices of the heart have led you to this moment, but your heart cannot endure this dress. Despite its slim cut and light material, it clung to your skin tighter than a second skin, weighing down.
The hurriedly purchased gown as its own merits, a concoction of silk dotted with seed pearls. Simple and timeless. Surely the only accessory you’d need is the glow of a woman in love?
And it is all wrong.
You’ve had days to think about this.
You let your heart rule you. Many have said this. You rely on emotions and passion to propel yourself into giving to the greater good. Now you’ve used to make a selfish decision. For the first time, there was no pressure, no demands to give into. This is of your own accord.
The war is dangerous. People were eloping left, right and centre.
Your best friend died. You have had far too many close shaves between the two of you. That’s when you knew there would be no other answer to his question. As you sat by his bed, grasped his hand, praying the heavens ...

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The reverence of his gaze would never fail pierce your heart. You consider it a wonder you do not crumple under the intensity and love every time.
You can feel the smile break out from your arm. His head inclines the slightest inch.
Well aware of the meaning of is gesture, you nod. Arms linked, you pace yourselves slowly as you walk, bouquet held upright.
He’s your soul mate, you’re sure of this. Your other half.
No, this is not the great, grand wedding you’d always dreamt of. No family with you. Just you, and him, and his love. That was all the really mattered, right? Even if everything else was all wrong.
“You’re the most beautiful bride in the world,” he breathes against your ear.
A gentle hue brightens your cheek. You smile, and you believe him. And you feel like it, too. If it only lasts for a fraction of a second.
It is still not your mother’s dress.

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