you will see your beauty every moment that you rise

[cleverness]

Hermione feels her chest tighten from the moment she steps into the dress shop. There are soft colors surrounding her on all sides, a mixture of white and faint pastels, in such quantities that Hermione can't even imagine how she'll ever be able to find the right dress in time. For years, she's dreamed about what her wedding day might look like, and even if Hermione doesn't have the extensive notes that others her age might, there's an excitement that thrums just under her skin as she hurries into the shop.

She's invited some of her friends to join her — anyone who has a couple hours and the patience to spare. Even though Hermione knows that the wedding will be perfect simply because of the man who will be standing at the end of the aisle, she wants all of the other details to fall in place. Having more eyes and opinions will only make her feel more secure in her skin.

"Do you know what style of dress you're looking for, dear?" the shopkeeper asks her, a sweet woman with a heart-shaped face and delicate brunette curls.

Hermione parts her lips, on the cusp of deferring to her judgment entirely, but a moment later, she nods. "I think I'd like a long dress," she admits, feeling her cheeks flush. "White, perhaps with a hint of lace."

Half an hour later, Hermione stands back up on the stool in front of the tri-panel mirror, turning around slowly and feeling the weight of the skirt.

"What about this dress?" she asks, brushing errant curls of hair out of the way as she spreads the skirt, feeling the fabric against her palm.


[ help hermione pick between dress one, two, three, four. ]

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[the_realsavior]

Elena loves to shop and there is certainly no way she is going to pass up the chance to shop for a wedding dress. Especially when it's a wedding dress for Hermione, one of her first friends in Darrow.

So she is there, waiting excitedly for Hermione to come out in the dress she is trying on. Moving along another row of dresses, she brushes her fingers over the skirt as she imagines wearing one herself but she is pretty sure that mentioning getting married might freak Damon out. An actual relationship is a new thing for him after all.

Distracted from her thoughts, she turns as she hears the rustle of fabric behind her and immediately brightens at the sight of the dress on Hermione. "Oh, it's stunning!" She coos a bit, moving closer. "You look amazing, Hermione."

[cleverness]

Hermione can't help but blush at Elena's compliment, sheepish as she steps around to get a glimpse of all angles of the dress in the mirrors. There's a part of her that wonders if it's a bit much, if she should be picking a simpler dress for the occasion, but there's been so much leading up to this day that Hermione can't help but want to splurge on every detail. The right flowers, the right cake, the right dress.

"It isn't too much?" Hermione asks, just to make sure as she lifts the skirt to feel for the weight of it. Since their wedding is hosted in the countryside, Hermione knows that there may be times she needs to pick up the train to lift above the grass. "I know it may seem silly, but I've always wanted the beautiful white dress and train for my wedding. All of the gentle touches to make the day perfect. Thank you for coming to help me pick a dress, by the way. I wanted to make sure I didn't pick something too ostentatious."