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Six Months Later… I stood staring at my reflection in the middle of the dress shop. Yes, I was in a bridal boutique with Sarah, Nancy, my mom, and James’ mom, Ruth. My wedding is next month, and the last thing we need to get is my dress. So, here I am, standing in the middle of the store on a podium in like the fifth dress. It was pretty, but it wasn’t the dress. Sarah and James told me not to buy a dress unless they spoke to me. So far, they have put me in a lovely ball gown dress, but it was too bulky for me. Then they put me in a princess dress, followed by a mermaid dress. Something told me that the mermaid dress cut is what I’m looking for. The way the dresses hugged my curves and allowed me the mobility to walk. Now we are looking for the right look.