Even though you had picked out a wedding dress, you still weren't satisfied. Your mother had this thing about having the last and most important say in everything so when you told her about the wedding, she most defiantly had to a part of the committee.
When you went dress shopping with all your friends, sister and closest cousins, she had to pick out the dress, even though you didn't like it. as a matter of fact, no one liked it. Everyone liked the dress you picked out but your mother said you looked like a "holier-than-thou street hooker"...what that supposed to mean, you don't even know.
"See you later Harry, I'm going out!" you yell at him.
Getting in the car, you go back to the dress shop and pick up the dress in reserve for you. It was the most beautiful thing ever and you were going to get it.
Not only were the smiles and the mummers of "aw", "gorgeous dress" and "beautiful girl" the highlight of your day, but watching you mother's face as you wore the dress you picked out with lots of pride
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