My sister was married last weekend.
The only inconvenience on the wedding day was this. Our hotel room was makeup and hair curling central. Which means that around 8 am we had to be out! In the end we returned three quarters of an hour before the ceremony.
I softly knocked on the room door and was asked in. There was my sister by herself. In her wedding dress. And this moment was probably the only quiet one that she would have today. Hopefully we were not unwelcome. We weren’t!
But even to my untrained eye, the dress was her and she was the bride. And we couldn’t say anything. Just looked at each other waiting for someone to say something.
And yes somebody did ask to take her picture!
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