Evening, Monday
Maris wasn't sure why she decided to do this, but it seemed like a fun idea. She saw her wedding day photo and heard song in the recorded crystal, and when she looked at her wedding dress in the photo, she just wanted to wear it again.
Maris looked through the house and found it. She brought it to her bedroom. Pulling it out of the protective bag, it looked just like the day she bought it. It had been two years since the marriage.
The strapless gown was white satin, and small beads and sequins adorned the bottom of it. The cathedral-length train was her favorite part.
It wasn't overly poofy, either; just slightly, not enough to get in the way. She could never stand poofy dresses. She held the dress up in front of her while looking in the mirror.
