Caroline’s eyes softened, her voice carrying a warmth and sincerity that seemed to expand through the chapel. “This dress,” she began, pausing as though choosing each word with care, “is far more than a piece of clothing. It is a symbol of love, resilience, and beauty that transcends time.”
A murmur of surprise rippled through the guests. All eyes were on Caroline, who had never been one for public displays of affection, let alone compliments. She continued, her gaze still locked on me, her voice unwavering.
“When I first met Lila,” Caroline said, “I was skeptical. Not because of her background or her lack of wealth, but because I was afraid. Afraid that she wouldn’t be able to handle the pressures of our world, the scrutiny, the expectations.” She paused, letting her words sink in. “But standing here today, seeing her in this beautiful vintage gown, I realize how wrong I was.”
