Caroline’s eyes softened, and she looked at me with an unfamiliar warmth. “I have been harsh,” she began, her voice steady yet filled with emotion. “I admit, when I first heard that you had chosen a thrift store dress for your wedding, I was… skeptical, to say the least. But as I’ve watched you walk down this aisle today, I realized something important.”
The whispers faded, and I could feel every gaze shift between Caroline and me. My heart raced, still wary, but a glimmer of hope began to spark. Caroline continued, her voice resonating with sincerity.
