Bella
The needle hissed as it glided through the delicate layers of white silk, a sound that usually grounded me. But today, it felt like a countdown.
I’d spent the last fifteen days in a blur of lace, pins, and late-night sketches, communicating constantly with Claire through emails, calls, and multiple fittings where revisions piled up one after another.
After those intense two weeks of effort, six grueling fittings, four complete structural overhauls, and enough revisions to make my head spin, Claire’s wedding dress was finally finished. It was beautiful with an ethereal blend of modern structure and vintage grace that I’d poured every ounce of my frustration and hope into.
My back ached from leaning over the cutting table until 3:00 AM, and my vision blurred from the intricate bead
