"Could you please stay at a place?" While trying to tie the laces on my wedding gown, Cassandra complains.

I say in frustration, "I can't." It was the big day, and I was a bundle of nerves. I was unable to control my fidgeting. Fearful that things would go wrong. The previous week had flown by. Rather than going dress shopping after the mall activities, I made the decision to design my own gown, not wishing to jeopardize my security once more. There is no better approach for us to handle design than by utilizing my staff.

I am pleased with the result when I look in the mirror. My...