on Thursday, June 20, 2013

She had many dresses.

Rack after rack was filled with them. She had every color. She had every shade of every color. She had every style. She had one too many.

She guessed she shouldn’t be surprised, though she wondered when such a custom had started. Many of those people whose weddings she wore those dresses for were not her friends, not in the strictest sense. They’re the type who came and went.

But nonetheless, she was always a bride’s maid.

Maybe it really just came with being a wedding planner.

She wondered when she could be the bride instead.

Image credits to pepperdolls @ minus


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