She tentatively stepped into the bridal boutique, out of the pouring rain, and nervously shook the hand of the owner.
“Perhaps,” she thought to herself “I will find my dress today. Perhaps, in this beautiful store, I will discover my one.”
Looking around she examined the dresses on the rails. So many to choose from. How would she know?
Then one caught her eye.
It was different. Unique. So much so compared to the other dresses.
She knew she didn’t want to be a “normal” bride; never having been normal in her life, why start now?
So she asked to try it on.
In the changing room they weren’t sure whether it would fit. It was a small size. Christmas had not been kind to her body.
But as the owner zipped her into it she knew.
It fitted like a glove (maybe a slightly tighter glove than one would usually wear, but she assured herself and the owner that the wedding diet would soon deal with that).
And as soon as she saw herself in it, for the first time, she was sure that this would be the dress she would wear on her big day.
She would marry her best friend in this beautiful gown.
She felt like a princess. Like a swan. Finally, it all made sense. Even with her lank, tired hair and hormonal skin, she could see it; in 9 months time. Made up. Glowing. Beautiful.
About to start the next chapter of her life.
And when her Mother started to cry, she was certain this was her one dress to rule them all.