Diana, in stark contrast, seemed genuinely enthusiastic. She complimented my figure and my smile as I tried on each dress, and I was surprised to find that it was her pick I ended up liking the most.
The gown was a stunning princess-style dress with a delicate lace train and a sweetheart neckline, which I paired with a long veil. As I turned from the mirror, a thrill of excitement coursed through me—the kind I hadn’t felt the first time.
“What do you think?” I asked, looking at my mother hopefully.
She studied me seriously for a moment before a wide smile broke across her face. “I think it’s perfect,” she said happily. “You really do look like a princess.”
“Or a movie star,” Diana added. “I just knew that one would suit you. Not that the others haven’t, but I think this one
