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Cynthia’s excitement was contagious. Today was the day, the chance to make it right. To make her relationship with her mother whole. To return to the path expected of her. Was chosen, was her right.
She burst through the door of the bridal shop with her mother, sister and best friend in her wake. This time would be right, no registry office in a cocktail dress, witnesses dragged out of the nearest pub and a line of coke in the toilet before saying I do and I will.
Before her is a wonderland, a fairy tale of Disney proportions, she skips between the dresses before her eyes fall on one adorning a mannequin in the centre of the room. Brilliantly white with diamantés catching the light so it shined.
A dress like this, a proper wedding, on Daddy’s arm and with the whole family to witness could undo the mistake of that first wedding. Erase the shame of that two years. This dress was beauty and redemption made from cloth.
“This is it, Mummy. Look, Angela,” she cried with giddy glee
“White dresses are for the virgins, Girlie. You’ll not be having that one,” her mother replied sternly.
Cynthia’s excitement goes out of her like a let-go balloon. Her redemption story is over as she sits on the floor, crying and gazing at the forbidden dress.
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