~Amelia~
I changed my mind about the dress three times.
Not because anything was wrong with it, it fit, it moved right, it wasn't going to trip me if I had to run. But I kept putting it on and looking at myself and thinking: this is the dress. This is the one I'm wearing when everything becomes permanent. And then I'd take it off because that felt like too much to hold while also trying to do my hair.
Kaden knocked once at the ten-minute mark.
"You good in there, baby?"
"I'm getting dressed."
"You've been getting dressed for forty minutes."
"Then I'm still getting dressed." I pulled the dress back on. "Give me five more minutes."
"I'll be right out here."
I looked at myself in the mirror again. White dress. Bare shoulders. Hair pinned back enough to stay out of my face, loose enough that I still looked like myself. There was a silver necklace at my throat, Kaden’s mother’s heirloom resting against my skin like a promise.
