That day, I woke up and put on my 28th dress. I went to a wedding where no one asked me to hold the bouquet, fold a place card or hold their dress while they peed. Everything was perfect. And I didn’t care. Because right then, the only thing that mattered was the person waiting for me at the end of the aisle. And he was looking at me the way I’d always hoped.
— 27 Dresses