Talia watches as Adola adjusts the massive, creme wedding gown. Out of all of the clothes Talia has ever owned, this is by far the most elegant, dazzling garment that has ever graced her body. The gown is strapless and hugs her body down to her calves. The skirt flares out around the ankles and pools on the floor around her. The bodice is adorned with ice crystals and they glisten different colors when she moves. She knows she should feel beautiful and happy in this gown that most women covet, but she can only feel conflicted and uncertain.
“Is something on your mind?” Adola asks, snapping Talia away from her own thoughts.
“What?” She says and meets Adola’s gaze as the girl looks up from her work.
“You don’t exactly look like a blushing bride. You look more like it’s taking all of your
