I never thought I'd be nervous about trying on a wedding dress again.
But there I was standing in front of a full-length mirror inside one of the most exclusive bridal boutiques in Los Angeles with my palms slightly clammy, heart doing that annoying fluttery thing it always did when something mattered.
Cecilia, our wedding planner, was already fussing over fabrics with one of the stylists. She had her glasses perched on her head and a clipboard in hand like this was a military operation. I loved her energy, honestly. She made it all feel like a dream I didn't even realize I had been holding onto for years.
"Mrs. Romano," the boutique attendant said with a soft smile. "Would you like champagne while you wait?"
I smiled back politely. "Just water, please. If I drink champagne now, I might buy the whole store."
She laughed and disappeared behind one of the curtains.
