I stood in front of the mirror, gently caressing my growing belly. My wedding day had finally come, and I felt like a princess in my white gown. Everything was perfect, until a saleswoman, Martha, made a cruel remark.

“A white dress? For someone in your condition?” she scoffed, her eyes on my belly. Her words stung. “We don’t cater to shotgun weddings here,” she added with a condescending laugh.

Tears filled my eyes as I hurried to leave. But just then, the owner, Mr. Taylor, appeared. He overheard everything and immediately confronted Martha. “My wife was pregnant at our wedding, and she wore white,” he said sternly. “How dare you judge her?”

Turning to me, his tone softened. “I’m sorry for what she said. Please choose any dress, with a discount. You deserve to feel beautiful.”

Moved by his kindness, I found another gown that fit perfectly. I left the shop with renewed confidence, ready for my big day.

When I walked down the aisle, all eyes were on me, but all I could see was Mark, with tears in his eyes. His whispered, “You’re stunning,” made it all worth it.