The Dress

White, covered royal blue and light purple flowers and tiny green leaves. The sleeves were short, the waistline came in and the skirt - loose and flowing as it gently settles on the knees.

The Dress was born hundreds of years ago, and ever since had retained slick it's shape, it's beauty and it's naivety, as it never quite knows what fate will come upon it next. After being passed down from girl to girl, from groom to bride, daughter to daughter, friend to friend, The Dress now has many stories woven into the very fabric of which it is made, that even the strongest of remedies will remove them.

A fortunate girl, Sarah Turner, was given the chance to contribute her story at 17, just like the young women who had worn it before her.
She intended to have it's legacy continue with her daughter Ingrid. She too would've received it at 17 to pass it on to her daughter.
What could've possibly happened that would stop Ingrid from inheriting this old treasure?