Tara Summer tugged on the hem of her dress, which was a tailing wedding gown. She surveyed it, declaring, "I don't have many demands, only one: I don't want a dress that trails on the ground like this one. It feels inconvenient to walk in."
"Young Madam...." Before Lucy could say anything, Ava chimed in first, "Young Madam, there will be flower boys and girls holding the train of your dress at your wedding. It symbolizes a family with many sons and daughters, and a birth of a precious child soon. You must have a train, and your veil should be long too. People say the length of the veil corresponds with the happiness of the marriage!"
"Really?" Tara Summer raised her ruby-red lips and turned to look at the train again.
"She's right. Chinese people are quite traditional and that's indeed the belief!" Lucy seconded.
Tara Summer tugged at her gown and finally conceded with a smile. "Alright, we will do as Ava suggested."
