By noon, I'm standing in an elegant bridal boutique staring at my reflection in a mirror.
I never imagined wedding dress shopping would happen like this.
Certainly not without my mother.
Certainly not with only a few hours' notice.
And definitely not the day after my ex-boyfriend married someone else.
Yet somehow it feels exactly right.
The consultant pulls back the curtain.
“Well?”
I stare.
The dress isn't extravagant.
It isn't covered in crystals or dramatic lace.
It's simple.
Elegant.
Timeless.
The fitted bodice hugs my waist while the soft fabric flows effortlessly to the floor.
For the first time all day, reality crashes into me.
I'm getting married.
Today.
My throat tightens.
The consultant smiles.
“You look beautiful.”
I blink rapidly.
“Thank you.”
But I'm not
