For a moment I remembered Mom’s hands passing the cloth through the sewing machine.
I put it on.
When I looked in the mirror, I cried.
Not because I was sad.
For a few seconds I felt that Mom was still there.
“I hope you like the way I look,” I whispered.
Shortly after, Gary arrived.
He was my partner.
Easy.
Smart.
The kind of guy I heard before I spoke.
When he saw me, he stood completely still.
“Is that bad?”
“No.
He smiled.
I don’t know what to say.
I laughed.
“Then don’t say anything.
And during the first part of the night I was happy.
We dance.
We took pictures.
My friends asked me about the dress.
I said to them,
My mom did it.
And every time I said it, I was proud.
Until the side doors were opened.
Some parents started to come in.
