Pulling up to the parking lot of the studio, you notice that its nearly empty aside from his white vintage Mercedes, which you park beside, and a truck you recognize as Jeffs. You open the glass door to the establishment, pulling the bundle of pictures out of your purse and getting ready to show them to him.
Even when you put on dresses for things like graduations or parties, he had complimented you with a sweet, “You look so beautiful, darling. How did I get lucky enough to have you?”
The dresses were something especially important to you, so you walked into the studio pushing all of the negative thoughts about his opinions on the wedding out of your mind, and focused on the positive reassurance that he would be as excited about dresses as you were.