I Would Be a Drifting Cloud, Never Roosting on the Old Mountain

A month before the wedding, my boyfriend and my best friend picked out my wedding gown for me. I looked at that gown and fell silent. "When you two sent me the photos, this was the first one I crossed off. I told you I don't like this kind of revealing style..." My best friend, who was in the middle of trying the gown on, cut me off with a pained look on her face. "Carissa, this gown is the prettiest one. It'll photograph perfectly. You should learn to be more open to new things."