The white of the gown reminded Lorraine of the first fallen snow on the first day of winter. A Vera Wang original the bodice was cut low to show her curves but not low enough to be indecent. She was getting married in a church not a whore house after all. The work of art hung regally, constructed of organza and beads that hung on the fabric like tiny diamonds. Lorraine stood in front of her form fitting A line wedding dress in silent wonder. Tomorrow with the help of her bridesmaids, she would carefully step in to it, starting the rest of her life. Tomorrow, May 18th would be…