My wedding gown

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."