Intricate

She stared at the intricate lace design, her hands ghosting over its surface. Almost like a spider's web, she thought.

A sigh escaped her and she bit her lower lip, a frown showing on her face.

"Don't you like it?" her mother asked.

"No! I love it, I just…"

"You're worried about the price again, aren't you?" She came to stand by the dress as it hung from the changing room rail.

"Well, yes! I mean it's beautiful and exactly what I had in mind, but…." Hermione sighed.

"That's settled then. You only get married once, Hermione. Let's go pay."