We have been shopping for hours, not a single dress I've tried on has made me say yes this is the one. "Isla! Will you take this seriously, what do you think of this one" my mother asks, holding up a fishtail dress. "I am taking it seriously mum. I don't want all the puffy stuff" I say I can feel myself getting flustered. I mind link Nick "What would you say if I turned up to our wedding in jeans and a jumper" " As long as we get married I don't care" he links back. "Nick is happy if I just wear jeans and a jumper mum" I say. "If you think that is what you will be wearing you are mistaken young lady. We will find a dress today" my mother scolds. "Fine but let me look. I don't want frills and puffy stuff all over me" I say, feeling defeated. I flick through the rails looking at

