The Dress
Sara looked at her reflection; this had been the fifth time this week that she had tried on the dress. Tomorrow was the big day and now she was starting to panic. Every thought going through her head was if the dress itself was perfect.
Everyone had told her Nick would love it, and Greg even said Nick would love it on the floor after the wedding. She knew that Nick would love the dress no matter what. She was worried about what she looked in it, and how she felt walking around in it.
She remembered her grandmother once telling her she knew that the wedding would be right if at every free moment she wanted to make sure the dress was perfect. And now with less than twenty-four hours until walking down the isle she was trying on the dress again.
The dress was simple, something she never pictured her self in, she never pictured herself getting married. She once told Nick and Greg that marriage was about property exchange between father and husband. But here she was in the simple white dress.
A.N. Companion piece to Twenty-Four Hours and continuation in my fanfic100 challenge on Livejournal.