Michael Mooney: Looking at herself in the tall, wide bridal-shop mirror, Amanda Barbour couldn't help but smile. This was what she'd dreamed of. The big, bright satin dress. The flowers. The beautiful church wedding. She was 36, and for years, she'd imagined herself marrying a pastor and helping people with her story of redemption. Now it was all so close.
The ceremony was just three weeks away, and this was her last chance to make any significant alterations. She admired her dress, running her hands across the embroidery, the pearls, the beaded florets. She practiced walking, then sitting, with the long lacy train. As the seamstress marked small changes and explained how to fasten the…
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