Monday, May 13, 2013
This evening's cravat is like a tribute to Spring herself. It is a stripe of milk white and lilac, with a sheen like morning dew. Once the last of them had finally rustled and swished out of the small, cramped church dressing room, she stood in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection. She appeared like a vision in a little girl's dream, emerging from a froth of white tulle and lace. From the nearby dressing table she grasped her bouquet and arranged its long lavender ribbons so that they would cascade down the front of her gown. The door opened and her father stepped in to get her for the ceremony. As his image filled the space behind her in the mirror, she became slightly alarmed. For the first time in her life, she saw tears in his eyes.
Brought to Life by Nance at 11:30 PM