Laura
Standing in the middle of the bridal studio, I felt a giddy excitement mixed with nerves as I browsed through rows upon rows of wedding dresses. Arlene was beside me, flipping through the gowns with just as much energy and enthusiasm as I felt. Each dress was beautiful, but somehow, none of them felt like "the one."
"Too much lace?" I held up a gown with intricate lace sleeves.
Arlene scrunched her nose. "Maybe a bit too much. But the train is amazing!"
I let out a soft laugh, running my fingers along the delicate fabric. "Yeah, but I want something... I don't know, something that's completely me."
Arlene nodded in understanding, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You're right. This is your wedding day, Laura. It has to be perfect."
