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A/N: Hello Everyone! Thank you again to everyone that commented, you are amazing! This chapter is broken up into different parts. But I assure you that the last part will be worth the wait. After this chapter, many of your questions will be answered and a certain someone will finally come into play. Until then, enjoy. Comments make my world go 'round!

CHAPTER 2, PART 1.

The person looking back at me was a complete stranger. I blinked a few times to make sure that it was me. It was me. I let out a breath I didn't even know I had been holding. My hands ran over the fabric of the dress, taking in every detail.

"What do you think, Bella?" I was pulled out of my trance by Angela. I smiled at her, answering her question. I had yet to smile at any other dress I had tried on. Jessica, circled me, scrutinizing every aspect of the dress with her trained eyes. She stopped behind me and leaned in close.

"This dress has exquisite detail. It must of taken them forever to stitch in all of these flowers and sequins. The sweep train is just what you need, Bella. It's barely touches the floor so you won't have a problem with tripping on it. The strapless neckline enhances your shoulders and leaves us many options for jewelry. You look beautiful, Bella." Her eyes met mine in the mirror, a somber expression in them. The smile on her face look forced but her words sounded honest. I pushed those thoughts away from my head and focused on what she had said. I spun around, looking at myself from every angle. When I tried to take in a deep breath and let it out, I noticed something that confirmed my fears-no dress would ever be happy on my body.

"I hate to break the mood but we have a little problem." As soon as I said those words, horror took over Angela's and Jessica's features. They started to speak but this time I cut them off.

"I love the dress, I really do. But…it's a little tight. Well, more than a little. I can't even breath in it." My words came out in a gush.

"Bella, that's how it's supposed to feel. Don't worry you'll get used to it." Jessica nodded her head, pleased with her explanation.

"You don't understand. It feels like this dress is squeezing the life out of me. I can't even move in it." My breath came in short gasps as I explained how serious the problem was.

"Can you try something for me Bella? I might know what the problem is." Angela spoke to me softly, soothing my nerves.

"Sure." I responded back. One word answers were easier to manage.

"Suck in your tummy and hold it in. Can you do that, Bella?" It sounded like she was speaking to a child instead of an adult. I didn't blame her, I would do the same thing if I was in her place. I did as she was told and noticed the difference instantly. Once again, I heard gasps and whipped my head around in their direction. Jessica just stared while Angela had a small smile on her face. By sucking in my tummy, I filled the bust of the dress to it's potential and my body felt comfortable in the dress. The wedding gown no longer stuck onto my frame but held on perfectly. I let out my tummy, needing the oxygen.

"This is a very common situation among the brides that come in…" Angela began to explain. At once, I felt comforted by her words. I wasn't the only person that had this problem, I wasn't alone. My ears listened intently to everything she had to say.

"…I've seen it happen time and time again. The bride finds the perfect dress but notices that it's tight. The solution is easier said than done, though. Unfortunately, some of the brides end up buying a completely different gown because they couldn't fit into the original one instead. No matter how hard they tried, it just didn't fit in the end." Angela finished and I felt many feelings course through my body; sympathy, frustration and most of all, determination.

I turned towards the mirror again and took in my appearance one last time. I would succeed in what those other woman had failed. My mind was set and nothing would make me go back on my decision. Nothing.