WE ALL STOOD back, looking up at it

WE ALL STOOD back, looking up at it and just stared.
“It’s so pretty.” Grace sighed, looking over at her sleeping son, who had been delivered to us earlier that afternoon by Brian.
Apparently, my husband-to-be was antsy and needed guy time, and that didn’t include babies.
“It’s not too fluffy?” I asked as my eyes darted back and forth to the gobs of fabric hanging from the dress as I tried to remember how I’d looked in it during my last fitting.
My hands nervously wrapped around the silken waist of my robe. Spending years in nothing more than T-shirts and sweats, it was hard to gaze up at something so stunning and imagine me inside of it.
“Heavens no. When it comes to bridal gowns, there’s no such thing. It’s perfect,” Grace replied.
When a girl had spent the majority of her life believing she’d never get married, let alone see adulthood, stepping into a bridal salon to pick out a wedding dress was an event to remember. Sure, it was a big day for anyone, but for me, it’d signaled a turning point. I was no longer Lailah, the girl everyone pitied. I was Lailah Buchanan, future wife to Jude Cavanaugh. As far as I was concerned, I was the luckiest female on the planet.
Okay, maybe every woman felt that way as she stepped into a bridal salon, but I was sure most of them knew from an early age that they’d eventually meet that wonderful man and find themselves planning the wedding of their dreams.
I’d never had such lofty plans in my life.
I’d only dreamed of surviving.
And now, I had.
When I’d stepped into that beautiful bridal store and looked around at the twinkle and glitz of pearls and diamonds sparkling from every shimmery corner, I’d suddenly become that little girl who had never gotten to plan her dream wedding.
I’d picked out the biggest, puffiest ball gown I could fathom, and I had spent an embarrassingly long amount of time in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, twirling and just looking at myself. Eventually, smiles had become tears and then sobs as I realized what this moment meant.
I’d survived. I had made it through to the other side, and now, I was here, living the life most people took for granted.
My mother and Grace had wrapped their arms around me, nodding, telling me I’d never looked so beautiful. I hadn’t bothered with trying on any other dresses. I’d had my bridal moment, or whatever they called it.
And here I was, standing in front of my dress, ready to put it on for real.
There were no more fittings, no more sneaking into the office closet just so I could catch a glimpse of its organza layers and remember what they’d looked like while falling down around my body like beautiful sheets of snow.
This was all actually happening, and now, I just needed to realize I was deserving of it.
“So, are you ready to put it on?” my mom asked, reaching up to unhook the hanger from the top of the closet.
“Yes!” I nearly squeaked in excitement.
They both laughed as I dropped my robe, and I watched as they carefully unzipped the back.
“That’s not what you’re wearing underneath, is it?” Grace asked, her head doing a double take as she caught sight of me standing in my simple white satin underwear and matching strapless bra.
“Um . . . yes. Why?” I asked, now feeling self-conscious.
My hands moved to cover my stomach, but she batted them away.
“Oh, stop. I’m just commenting on the fact that it’s a little . . . well, underwhelming.” She smiled.
“And virginal,” my mom added with a laugh.
I looked down at what I had on and frowned. “It’s white and satin,” I answered with a huff. “I got it at the bridal salon!”
“Oh, honey. I knew this would happen. Hold on,” Grace said, raising a single finger in the air, issuing a virtual pause on our conversation.
I gazed over at my mother who still held the dress, midway through unzipping it, and she just shrugged. Obviously, she wasn’t in on this little adventure. Comments were her only contribution.
I turned to see Grace shuffling through her enormous suitcase, hunched over with her butt raised high in the air, as she dangled on one heel, trying to somehow be ladylike in her emerald-green dress. The view was quite hilarious.
“Aha! Found it,” she announced, pulling out a pink bag and shoving it in my direction.
“Pink. Should have known.” I rolled my eyes.
“Just the bag.” She laughed.
I opened it and found a mass of tissue paper surrounding delicate white lacy lingerie. I pulled it out, feeling my cheeks redden instantly, and I held it up for closer observation. “Is this a—”
“Thong? Yes, hon.”
I was fairly sure my gulp was audible. My eyes widened as Grace’s laughter filled the room. I looked to my mother, who was joining in on the fun as well.
“I might just have a heart attack right here, new heart be damned,” I muttered.
“Oh, sweetheart, it’s fine. Very tasteful.”
“Okay, but try not to look, Mom.”
Her face curled into a smirk as she made a valiant effort to contain the giggles. “Okay.”
I quickly changed, swapping my sensible satin boy shorts for the barely there lace thong Grace had bought me. When she had been with me a few weeks ago, I’d purchased a few things for the honeymoon but nothing too risqué and definitely nothing that went up my butt. Jude and I had been together for a while now, but I was still very much a newbie when it came to certain things—and apparently, dental-floss lingerie was something I could add to that list.
In addition to the new sexy panties, Grace had also purchased a new strapless bra for me.
I eyed it warily.
“It’s a push-up. Believe me, you’ll thank me later.”
“Will I still fit? I mean, I was fitted to my dress with this bra on,” I said, looking down at my regular non-push-up satin bra.
“Yes, the girls will fit, and they’ll look amazing.”
“The girls?” I asked, quickly turning to change.
“Yes, treat them with a little respect, Lailah. They’re the only two you get.”
I circled back around and watched her eyes bug as they zeroed in on my chest.
“Whoa. Tell Jude he can send my thank-you flowers anytime.”
I looked down and nearly gasped. “Are you sure this is decent? I mean, they’re nearly poking me in the eyes!”
The sound of my mother’s snickering filled the air.
“Oh, hush. They are not. You don’t have nearly enough down there to poke an eye out. Besides, by the time we get the dress on you, it will be just enough cleavage,” Grace commented.
“Just enough?”
“Yes. Church cleavage—not too much, not too little, just right.”
I rolled my eyes and maybe snorted just a bit. “Okay, Goldilocks.”
Moving across the room, careful to cover my backside around my mother, I stood in front of her as she held my dress and took a deep breath.
“Okay, let’s do this,” I said.
Our eyes met as she lowered it. I took Grace’s hand, and with one foot after another, I slowly stepped into the dress and watched as they lifted it up around me. The bodice came around my waist as they worked to pull the zipper up.
“Perfect,” my mother said. “It fits like a glove.”
They smoothed out the layers and then brought the beaded belt to adorn my waist. With an expert hand, Grace tightly tied it right at the small of my back, and I turned to see myself for the first time.
“Don’t cry,” I chanted. “Don’t cry.”
The dress was exactly as I remembered but so much more. The sweetheart bodice fit snugly, accenting the small curve I’d gained since the surgery. It flared out at the waist, dozens of thin organza layers flowing elegantly to the floor.
“I look like a princess,” I said.
“No,” my mom replied. “You look like an angel.”
I saw her misty eyes in the mirror, and I had to look away to keep from sobbing.
“I think we have a few final touches before we go,” Grace said, her voice rough from obvious tears.
Her fingers touched my neck, and I felt the cool touch of metal wrap around my throat. The locket Jude had given me hung neatly on my chest, barely reaching the top of where my scar began. It was visible in this dress, and I’d considered wearing a gown where it would have been hidden, but I’d spent too much of my life hiding.
This was who I was—a survivor.
And today, I refused to hide.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

KITA semua berdiri kembali, menatap itu dan hanya menatap."Ini begitu cantik." Grace mendesah, memandang anaknya tidur, yang itu telah disampaikan kepada kami lebih awal sore itu oleh Brian.Rupanya, saya suami-to-be gelisah dan diperlukan pria waktu, dan itu tidak termasuk bayi."Hal ini tidak terlalu halus?" Saya bertanya saat mataku kecilpun bolak-balik untuk sekumpulan kain tergantung dari gaun saat aku mencoba untuk ingat bagaimana aku telah melihat di dalamnya selama pemasangan terakhir saya.Tangan saya gugup melilit pinggang silken gamis saya. Menghabiskan tahun pada tidak lebih dari T-shirt dan berkeringat, itu sulit untuk memandang sesuatu yang begitu menakjubkan dan bayangkan aku itu."Langit tidak. Ketika datang untuk gaun pengantin, ada hal seperti itu. Ini sempurna,"jawab kasih karunia.Ketika seorang gadis telah menghabiskan sebagian besar hidupnya percaya ia akan tidak pernah menikah, apalagi melihat dewasa, melangkah ke salon Pengantin untuk memilih gaun pengantin adalah sebuah event untuk mengingat. Tentu, itu adalah hari besar bagi siapa pun, tapi bagi saya, itu telah ditandai titik balik. Aku tidak lagi Lailah, gadis yang semua orang dikasihani. Saya adalah Lailah Buchanan, masa depan istri Jude Cavanaugh. Sejauh aku khawatir, saya adalah wanita paling beruntung di planet ini.Oke, mungkin setiap wanita merasa seperti itu karena ia melangkah ke salon Pengantin, tapi aku yakin sebagian besar dari mereka tahu dari usia dini bahwa mereka akan akhirnya bertemu pria yang luar biasa dan menemukan diri mereka yang merencanakan pernikahan impian mereka.Saya tidak pernah rencana tersebut tinggi dalam hidup saya.Saya telah hanya bermimpi bertahan.Dan sekarang, aku punya.Ketika saya melangkah ke toko pengantin yang indah dan melihat di sekitar binar dan glitz mutiara dan berlian berkilauan dari setiap sudut shimmery, saya tiba-tiba menjadi gadis kecil itu yang sudah pernah untuk merencanakan pernikahan mimpinya.Aku telah memilih gaun bola terbesar, puffiest yang saya bisa memahami, dan aku telah menghabiskan jumlah yang memalukan panjang waktu di depan cermin setinggi langit-langit, memutar-mutar dan hanya melihat pada diriku sendiri. Akhirnya, tersenyum telah menjadi air mata dan kemudian Isak tangis ketika saya menyadari apa saat ini yang dimaksudkan.Saya telah selamat. Saya telah berhasil melewati ke sisi lain, dan sekarang, aku di sini, hidup kebanyakan orang mengambil untuk diberikan.Ibu dan Grace saya telah membungkus tangan mereka di sekitar saya, mengangguk-angguk, mengatakan saya tidak pernah melihat begitu indah. Aku tidak repot-repot dengan mencoba setiap lain dresses. Aku punya saya saat Pengantin, atau apa pun yang mereka sebut itu.Dan di sini saya, berdiri di depan gaun saya, siap untuk meletakkannya di nyata.Ada Fitting tidak lebih, tidak ada lagi menyelinap ke dalam lemari kantor hanya supaya aku bisa menangkap melihat sekilas dari organza dengan lapisan dan ingat apa yang telah mereka terlihat seperti saat jatuh di sekitar tubuh saya seperti indah lembar salju.Ini adalah semua benar-benar terjadi, dan sekarang, aku hanya perlu untuk menyadari bahwa aku adalah layak itu."Jadi, Apakah Anda siap untuk meletakkannya di?" ibu saya bertanya, mencapai ke untuk melepas kaitan gantungan dari atas lemari."Ya!" Saya hampir squeaked dalam kegembiraan.Mereka berdua tertawa karena aku menjatuhkan jubah saya, dan saya melihat mereka dengan hati-hati membuka ritsleting belakang."Itulah tidak apa yang Anda kenakan di bawahnya, itu?" Grace bertanya, kepalanya melakukan mengambil ganda yang seperti dia tertangkap mata saya berdiri dalam pakaian satin putih sederhana dan cocok strapless bra."Um... ya. Kenapa?" Saya bertanya, sekarang merasa malu.Tangan saya pindah untuk menutupi perut saya, tapi dia dipukul mereka pergi."Oh, berhenti. I 'm hanya komentar pada fakta bahwa itu adalah sedikit... Yah, underwhelming. " Dia tersenyum."Dan perawan," ibuku ditambahkan dengan tertawa.Aku memandang ke bawah apa yang telah di dan mengerutkan kening. "Sangat putih dan satin," Aku menjawab dengan gusar. "Aku punya di salon Pengantin!""Oh, madu. Aku tahu ini akan terjadi. Terus,"Grace mengatakan, mengangkat satu jari di udara, mengeluarkan jeda virtual pada percakapan kami.Saya menatap atas ibuku yang masih diadakan berpakaian, midway melalui unzipping itu, dan dia hanya mengangkat bahu. Jelas, dia tidak dalam ini petualangan kecil. Komentar yang satunya kontribusinya.Aku berpaling untuk melihat kasih karunia yang menyeret melalui kopernya besar, membungkuk dengan pantatnya mengangkat tinggi di udara, seperti dia berjuntai pada satu tumit, mencoba entah bagaimana menjadi Citrānggadā dalam gaun hijau zamrud. Pemandangan itu cukup lucu."Aha! Menemukan itu,"dia mengumumkan, menarik keluar tas merah muda dan mendorong ke arah saya."Pink. Seharusnya tahu." Aku berguling mataku.“Just the bag.” She laughed.I opened it and found a mass of tissue paper surrounding delicate white lacy lingerie. I pulled it out, feeling my cheeks redden instantly, and I held it up for closer observation. “Is this a—”“Thong? Yes, hon.”I was fairly sure my gulp was audible. My eyes widened as Grace’s laughter filled the room. I looked to my mother, who was joining in on the fun as well.“I might just have a heart attack right here, new heart be damned,” I muttered.“Oh, sweetheart, it’s fine. Very tasteful.”“Okay, but try not to look, Mom.”Her face curled into a smirk as she made a valiant effort to contain the giggles. “Okay.”I quickly changed, swapping my sensible satin boy shorts for the barely there lace thong Grace had bought me. When she had been with me a few weeks ago, I’d purchased a few things for the honeymoon but nothing too risqué and definitely nothing that went up my butt. Jude and I had been together for a while now, but I was still very much a newbie when it came to certain things—and apparently, dental-floss lingerie was something I could add to that list.In addition to the new sexy panties, Grace had also purchased a new strapless bra for me.I eyed it warily.“It’s a push-up. Believe me, you’ll thank me later.”“Will I still fit? I mean, I was fitted to my dress with this bra on,” I said, looking down at my regular non-push-up satin bra.“Yes, the girls will fit, and they’ll look amazing.”“The girls?” I asked, quickly turning to change.“Yes, treat them with a little respect, Lailah. They’re the only two you get.”I circled back around and watched her eyes bug as they zeroed in on my chest.“Whoa. Tell Jude he can send my thank-you flowers anytime.”I looked down and nearly gasped. “Are you sure this is decent? I mean, they’re nearly poking me in the eyes!”The sound of my mother’s snickering filled the air.“Oh, hush. They are not. You don’t have nearly enough down there to poke an eye out. Besides, by the time we get the dress on you, it will be just enough cleavage,” Grace commented.“Just enough?”“Yes. Church cleavage—not too much, not too little, just right.”I rolled my eyes and maybe snorted just a bit. “Okay, Goldilocks.”Moving across the room, careful to cover my backside around my mother, I stood in front of her as she held my dress and took a deep breath.“Okay, let’s do this,” I said.Our eyes met as she lowered it. I took Grace’s hand, and with one foot after another, I slowly stepped into the dress and watched as they lifted it up around me. The bodice came around my waist as they worked to pull the zipper up.“Perfect,” my mother said. “It fits like a glove.”They smoothed out the layers and then brought the beaded belt to adorn my waist. With an expert hand, Grace tightly tied it right at the small of my back, and I turned to see myself for the first time.“Don’t cry,” I chanted. “Don’t cry.”The dress was exactly as I remembered but so much more. The sweetheart bodice fit snugly, accenting the small curve I’d gained since the surgery. It flared out at the waist, dozens of thin organza layers flowing elegantly to the floor.“I look like a princess,” I said.“No,” my mom replied. “You look like an angel.”I saw her misty eyes in the mirror, and I had to look away to keep from sobbing.“I think we have a few final touches before we go,” Grace said, her voice rough from obvious tears.Her fingers touched my neck, and I felt the cool touch of metal wrap around my throat. The locket Jude had given me hung neatly on my chest, barely reaching the top of where my scar began. It was visible in this dress, and I’d considered wearing a gown where it would have been hidden, but I’d spent too much of my life hiding.This was who I was—a survivor.And today, I refused to hide.