We arrive at the reception and when we enter the room falls silent. For my reception dress, Mom helped me find a more traditional option. A beautiful, black, flowing gown with a lace overlay. The room is almost silent as we walk to the front and find our table but I hear a few whispers. When we turn to face the room, no one looks mad, everyone looks amazed. My mother has tears streaming down her face, clearly approving her choice. I sneak a peek at Mrs. de Leon and she has tears forming in ...