Wearing Mirada’s Love
HANNAH’S POV:
The dress brushed softly against the polished floor as I walked, the train flowing behind me. My breath hitched slightly when I thought about what I was actually wearing, the significance of it.
This was my mother’s wedding dress. My beautiful Mirada’s dress.
Her name still felt like poetry every time I thought it or said it out loud.
I’d been absolutely over the moon when Aunt Adele had first shown me pictures of my mother wearing this exact gown on her own wedding day to my father Aaron. Then she’d carefully brought out the preserved dress and offered to let me wear it.
The gown had been lovingly and carefully restored and transformed by my design team. It still held its original soul, its history, but had been shaped and tailored to fit my body and my style.
The neckline had been softened and modernized. The sleeves had been tailored to be more contemporary. The train had been lengthened just enough to create that perfect whisper of elegance and power.
My entire design team had actually cried when they’d first seen the dress on me during the final fitting.
“This is going to be the collection,” they’d said excitedly, talking over each other. “The story behind this dress alone? Everyone who sees it is going to feel something. We should absolutely drop an entire wedding collection based on your designs and this concept.”
I’d been so pleased to hear that, especially since I’d already been thinking along those same lines. A modern homage to legacy and history. Classic designs reimagined for contemporary brides.

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