A wedding dress must be perfect for the bride and no one else. This is what Georgiana thought before her boyfriend, Christian, proposed to her. After the engagement, he started getting suggestions from everyone. Some opinions weighed more than others. Her grandmother wanted her to have a lace A-line wedding dress. Her mother wanted her to have a ball gown. Her future mother-in-law wanted it to have a train along the length of the cathedral since the wedding will take place in the Basilica. Her sister wanted her to have a short wedding dress. Her friends left various comments on the details of a ribbon headband, veil and beads. The choice of wedding dress seemed to be everyone's choice and not hers. Now the day had come, she was going wedding dress shopping with her mother, her future mother-in-law, her sister and her father. They had arranged to arrive at the bridal shop at noon. Georgiana entered and found everyone waiting for her. They were lounging in the showroom. His mother and father claimed the loveseat. His sister and future mother-in-law, Joan, had chairs on either side of the loveseat. Everyone faced the platform where she would don one dress after another. Two of the walls were lined with full-length mirrors. The floors were dark wood. Taking a deep breath, she joined in on the dress conversation they had so politely started. “How's the dress planning going?” "Oh, honey. You know we couldn't start the actual planning without you," her mother replied. “Joan, Mariah and I were just discussing bridesmaid dresses.” Mariah, his sister, stood up and hugged him. “Don't worry. We'll find the perfect dress,” Mariah whispered to her. “Mom, why don't you go get the... center of the paper... This covering has warped around her waist and left part of the layer showing of lace. The overlay was actually a train. From the look of how much fabric followed the dress, the train was a fairytale dress for the princess. Instead of speaking, she nodded at her father. “Now that's a bit much. How will you sit? You can ruin a dress by sitting wrong. Do you have any experience with prom dresses? those layers?” Georgiana looked at herself in the mirror. It was big, but it was what she wanted. Before she could answer, her father walked up to Joan, giving her his most serious expression, and said, "This is the dress she'll walk down the aisle in. ". Joan looks at him and then at Georgiana. «I suppose so.”