A wedding dress should be perfect for the bride and no one else. That's what Georgiana thought before her boyfriend, Christian, proposed to her. After the engagement, she started getting suggestions from everyone. Some opinions carried more weight than others. Her grandmother wanted her to wear a lace A-line wedding dress. Her mother wanted her to wear a ball gown. Her future mother-in-law wanted her to have a cathedral-length train since the wedding will take place in the basilica. Her sister wanted her to wear a short wedding dress. Her friends made various comments about the details of a ribbon belt, veil and pearls. This choice of wedding dress seemed to be everyone's choice and not hers. The day had come, she was heading to go wedding dress shopping with her mother, future mother-in-law, sister and father. They had arranged to arrive at the bridal boutique at noon. Georgiana entered and found everyone waiting for her. They were lounging in the showroom. His mother and father asked for the loveseat. Her sister and future mother-in-law, Joan, had chairs on the sides of the loveseat. Everyone faced the platform where she would be able to model dress after dress. Two of the walls were lined with full-length mirrors. The floors were dark hardwood. Taking a deep breath, she joined in the conversation about the dress they had so politely started. “How is the dress planning going?” » “Oh, honey. You know we couldn’t start planning without you,” his mother replied. "Joan, Mariah and I were just talking about bridesmaid dresses." Mariah, her sister, stood up and hugged her. “Don't worry. We'll find the perfect dress,” Mariah whispered to her. “Mother, why don't you go find the... middle of paper ... This overlay became distorted around her waist and left some of the lace layer visible. The overlay was actually a train. Based on the amount of fabric that followed the dress, the train was cathedral length. It was a fairytale dress for the princess. Instead of speaking, Georgiana nodded at her father in the mirror. “It’s a little too much now. How are you going to sit in it? You can destroy a dress by placing yourself in it incorrectly. You have no experience with prom dresses. This dress will be horrible to welcome your guests. And how will Christian manage to reach you through all these layers? » Georgiana looked at herself in the mirror. It was big, but it was the one she wanted. Before she could respond, her father leaned toward Joan, giving her his most serious face, and said, "This is the dress she's going to walk down the aisle in." » Joan looks at him then at Georgiana. "I guess it's.”