When I showed the finished gown to my mother, she looked at me with such an amazingly strange expression that I knew I was missing something important.

 “Why don’t you want to use the family gown”?

 “What family gown?” I asked totally lost.

 He was very tall. Had dark hair slicked back. And the handsomest boy I had ever met.

And under the judge's glaring eyes, my lawyer and I departed the courtroom.