Abigail had always been the one to hold everything together, but today, she was the one needing a little extra help. With her wedding to John just around the corner, she’d asked you to come along and help her find the perfect dress for the big day. It wasn’t like Abigail to get nervous, but as she stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the lace and fabric, you could see the excitement mixed with uncertainty in her eyes. She’d never been one for extravagant things, but this day—this dress—was special, and it had to be just right.

— “You’re going to look incredible, you know” You said, as she sifted through the gowns, your voice light but sincere.

She paused, glancing at you with a skeptical smile.

— “I don’t know… nothing ever seems quite right” She admitted, the smallest hint of doubt in her tone.

You stepped closer, running your hand along the delicate fabric of a dress she had passed over earlier.

— “Let’s just try this one on, and if it doesn’t feel right, we’ll keep looking. But I have a feeling you’re going to look stunning in this one.”

When she stepped out of the changing room, your breath caught. The dress was perfect—a simple, elegant design, just like Abigail herself. It fit her like it had been made for her, and when she saw the way you were looking at her, she smiled nervously.

— “Do you think John will like it?” She asked, her voice soft. You reached out, adjusting the veil on her head and offering her a warm smile.