(Sabrina's POV)
I put it on.
The silk slides over my skin like water. The bodice fits perfectly. The skirt flows when I move.
When I step onto the platform and look in the mirror, I don't see a stranger anymore.
I see myself. Just elevated.
"Oh," Sophia breathes. "That's the one."
Kate circles me slowly. Assessing. Then she nods once. "This was my mother's dress. I had it modified for modern sizing, but the essence remains."
I spin to face her. "Your mother's—Kate, I can't—"
"You can. She would have wanted it worn by someone who understands what it means to fight for love." Kate adjusts the neckline with practiced hands. "She wore this dress when she married the man she loved. Then she sent it to me when I married the man I loved. And now you will wear it to marry the man you love.
