Sammi POV
The door creaked open, and Sandra stepped inside, tilting her head slightly as she took in the sight of me. I stood holding my mother’s wedding dress, the air in the room feeling heavier than usual.
“It was my mum’s,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Sandra gave me a soft smile, one filled with understanding.
“The only way to know is to try it on. See how it feels,” she said gently, walking over to help me put on the dress. As the dress settled on my body, I stared at myself in the mirror.
The gown I’d originally chosen was beautiful, no doubt, but this, this was something else. It felt like a connection, an anchor to something bigger than myself. Now that I had it on, I wasn’t sure I could take it off.
Sandra’s reflection smiled back at me. “So, this dress it is,” she
