Ivory Lace

Her long brown curls draped softly down her back as she stood up and attempted to fasten the buttons on the dress herself. The arrangement required two really, but she wanted no other to see her fantastical imaginings. They would think her silly, for they had not the faith she had. Her face flushed with effort, bare but for the rosebud salve she had accentuated her full lips with, she stepped back and admired herself in the glass. It was perfect; the dress of her mother and, before that, her grandmother; yet there was something missing. Something not even the addition of the matching ivory hued veil could provide.

Rose sighed as she set about removing the gown from her personage. One day.... One day Samwise would return to her and the day would be complete.