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She slaps at me playfully. “I am dying to try on that dress.”

“I’m dying for you to try it on,” Sarah squeals.

She grabs the dress, and the two girls rush up the stairs. Devon looks back at me with a wide grin.

“This is really happening.”

“That it is,” I chuckle.

35

GRACE

It’s the day of my wedding, and my heart feels like it’s fluttering faster than the wings of the hummingbirds I sometimes see outside the kitchen window.

Upstairs, in the little room Sarah and I turned into my bridal sanctuary, everything feels perfect.

Perfectly surreal.

“Okay,” Sarah says, her voice high-pitched with excitement. “Close your eyes.”

“Sarah, I’ve already seen the dress,” I say with a laugh, though my hands twitch nervously in front of me. My palms are clammy despite the crisp, cool air wafting in from the open window.

“Not like this,” she insists, her tone dripping with faux drama. “This is the moment. Trust me.”

With a sigh and a smile, I close my eyes. There’s the rustling of fabric, and I hear her soft, nearly breathless muttering. “God, it’s just so perfect. Wait till you see it again.”

“Sarah—”

“Patience is a virtue!” she chirps. “Don’t open your eyes until we get it on. Arms up.”

I giggle as I do as she says. I feel the material slipping over my head and onto the rest of my body.

“You’re so silly sometimes, but I love it,” I laugh.

I feel her hand wrap around mine. “Okay, open your eyes. Slowly.”

When I do, I nearly forget how to breathe. There I am in the mirror, looking like I belong in a fairy tale. I look like a princess.

“It’s…” I can’t finish the sentence. My throat tightens as tears prick my eyes.

Sarah beams at me, practically vibrating with pride. “Go ahead. Say it. Say I’m a genius.”

I laugh, though it comes out watery. “You’re a genius.”

The dress is nothing short of exquisite. The bodice is fitted, made of delicate lace that shimmers faintly in the light, as though it’s been dusted with stardust.

The neckline dips modestly, framing the collarbones just right.

From the waist, it flows into layers of soft, airy tulle that cascade to the floor like a whisper of a dream. The skirt moves like water, catching the sunlight in a way that makes it seem alive, as though it’s breathing along with me.

Each layer is so light and ethereal that it feels like I could float in it, weightless and untouchable.

The train is just long enough to add drama without being overwhelming, edged with the same intricate lace as the bodice, tying the whole design together in perfect harmony.

The sleeves are sheer, barely-there fabric adorned with delicate floral embroidery that winds its way down to my wrists.

Tiny beads, almost imperceptible unless you’re looking closely, are scattered like dew drops on a spring morning.

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