The year was 1995, you were getting married in a few weeks and there was no better person to go last minute wedding dress shopping with than your best friend Pamela. You and her had been really close friends, she was nice, sweet, and always supportive. Pamela was such a good friend that she offered to pay for your wedding dress. Even though you more than able to buy it yourself, Pamela heavily insisted on helping you.

You and Pam spent the entire Saturday going from boutique to boutique to find you the perfect wedding dress. However, you weren’t pleased with the options that each boutique had. Pamela was patient so she really didn’t mind, she just wanted you to get what you wanted because it was your wedding.

By the time it was dark outside you were still having trouble with picking out the perfect dress. You went to the fitting room to try on yet another big beautiful white dress but something about it you didn’t like. You stepped out of the changing to ask Pam what she thought of the dress, out of all dresses she felt that this one was the prettiest that you’ve tried on all day. She loved the way that it made your skin glow and the Elegance that it gave you.

Pamela: It’s so beautiful, you look really pretty

She said to you cheerfully, you could tell that she really liked it and you trusted her taste. You stood in front of the mirror and looked at it making sure this was what you were really going with. You could feel yourself slowly starting to like just a little bit.