Nora's POV
"Oh my goodness!" Ophelia's hands shoot up to cover her mouth in excitement. "I think this one just became my absolute favorite!"
"You've said that exact same thing about every single dress I've tried on today," I laugh, stepping carefully onto the small platform positioned in front of the three-way mirror. "But honestly, I might actually agree with you this time."
This is our second bridal boutique of the day, and I never realized how particular I could be about clothing until I started this quest for the perfect wedding dress. I turn slowly, examining my reflection from every angle. Then I let my eyes drift closed and picture James waiting for me at the altar. He's dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking absolutely devastating as always.
And then I envision myself in this exact gown, making that long walk down the aisle toward him.
"This is the one," I declare to my friends with absolute certainty. "This is definitely my dress."
