Aria

　　My mother’s request was music to my ears. I never could have imagined that my father would walk me down the aisle at my wedding. I still remember the joy on their faces the day I went looking for a wedding dress with Ella. A dress I never wore.

　　And now, the very same dress was in my hands and my mother eagerly awaited my reply. I looked at her and nodded, smiling.

　　“Nothing would make me happier, Ms Gloria,” I replied and my mother hugged ...