31. Dress Robe

Ginny ran her hand along the rack – the clunk-clunk-clinking of all the hangers bumping into each other only made her mood more apprehensive.

Dress robes were so much simpler – how come she couldn’t just have it be casual.

Molly smiled at her, “Ginny, you will be beautiful” she smiled, hugging her daughter. “If you need me to I’ll make you one.”

No, Ginny didn’t want her mother to make her wedding robes – she wanted it to be perfect. She was marrying Harry after all. He was perfect.

Then she saw it, a dress that seemed to sign her name, perfect.