Another mirror. Another dress. Totally different experience.

I stood on what amounted to a pedestal as at least a dozen or so giggling vampires tugged, pushed and laced me into the biggest, heaviest mass of fabric and jewels I'd ever seen in my entire life. The thing weighed so much I had to have my alter egos help me carry it so it wouldn't drive me to my knees.

This was the punishment I got for picking out my first wedding dress alone.

This one was, at least, ...