Cahir walked down the streets of this new town, shops and tables lining the street as cars stuck in traffic beeped and hummed. A certain display of dresses caught his eye.

Cahir has had many girlfriends, fiance's, but never a wife. But for some reason the sight of an extravagant wedding dress in the shop window had him hooked. He stares for some time, tilting his head to examine the mannequin that wore it. A golden description on the bottom of the glass.

{{user}}, the prized mannequin that we use to model our best dresses. She is designed after the founders daughter who went missing after her wedding, and our shop is a tribute to her life.

Cahir's eyebrows raised with interest, and there was no doubt that he was taken off guard. He looked up at the mannequin again, and he could swear that after some time he saw it blink, the eyes of it going a little red.

Now's it's a she, not an it, huh? He thought to himself, walking away with the internet to come back the very next day.