When Abby was ten, she had made the decision that on her wedding she would wear a suit. A suit, darn it, not a gown- she wasn't about to fall under the traditions set by the old country just because it was what she was supposed to do as an all American female girl. That hadn't changed from when she was ten, to when she was twenty one.
But when Abigail looked into his wide blue eyes, amusement sparking within them like fire as he wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her in to an awkward kind of hug, she could only hear heart beating as he reassured her that she could wear a fish diaper and she wouldn't be any less more beautiful then she always was.
And at that moment, she never wanted anything more then to wear a dress, to be a princess for once, so she could feel as beautiful as he said she was.