After we lost track of how many dresses she had tried on, the consultant said she was going to bring her one more. She put it on, and started talking like maybe it was the one. “Do you like it better than the jellyfish?” her maid of honor asked. (That was what we called the one other dress that had seemed to be a real contender earlier in the day at another shop.)
“Maybe,” she said. She added a veil, necklace, earrings, bracelet, and even some white satin shoes. Then she said, “Yes, this is it.” It was so low key, we weren’t sure, although she was smiling. We were expecting tears.
“Are you ready?’ the consultant asked. We knew what she meant, because several times we had heard an announcement, “The future Mrs. *** has found her dress.”
She nodded yes. We heard them announce her name. Still no tears.
Then they brought her a bell, told her to close her eyes, and think of her wedding day. Then she would make a wish and ring the bell. She closed her eyes. What she wished is her own secret. When she opened her eyes, the tears fell.
I was teary-eyed, too, as I hugged her and told her what a beautiful bride she is going to be.