As a young girl, I loved looking at my Mom and Dad’s wedding album. My Mom’s dress was satin, with long sleeves and oodles of tiny buttons down the back.
I would have happily worn it one day, but after the wedding, she tried washing it and that was the end of the dress. But with every turn of the page, I dreamed of my own fairytale wedding and the dress I would wear when my Prince Charming came along.
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