Bridal Store Reviews in Atlanta
Foreword: For those who live in Atlanta and want to read reviews of bridal stores in that city, scroll down. If you wish to read the full narcissistic ramblings of a privileged, neurotypical, hetero-normative bridezilla, bless your heart and start reading at the top.
After all of my searching, I have tried-and-true advice for you, which you can read and disregard the rest if you’re on a time crunch. Schedule a day to go to one or two bridal stores, tops.
Who to bring:
Invite your nearest and dearest, but don’t reschedule for people. Accept that some people you want to come won’t be able to. Only work around one person’s schedule if you need to, i.e. your mom or best friend. Don’t bring people who are too opinionated or who don’t put your vision first.
Where to go:
I suggest going to no more than two stores, but go to the best ones. You will find enough options there. In Atlanta, by far the two best stores are Kelly’s Closet and The Sentimentalist. They have huge variety, beautiful gowns, and can accommodate a range of budgets. Their stylists are excellent and they will do their best to work with you. (If you don’t believe me, read my reviews to find out exactly why these stores rank in my top two and the rest don’t.)
Trust yourself:
Do not overcomplicate things for yourself by going to more stores, as I did, or making sure that everyone approves your choice. Be realistic about your budget, don’t try on dresses outside of your budget, but accept that what you want costs what it costs. Don’t try on whatever your stylist or party pushes at you. If you don’t like certain things about it, you don’t like it, and that’s unlikely to change once it’s on your body. Be true to what you want. You’re the one with the little inner voice that will say “this is the one,” the same way it did to your future spouse.
For a full, brutal breakdown of my dress-shopping journey, further insights, and reviews of specific stores, read on…
As an avid watcher of Say Yes To The Dress, I thought that I should trust that the stylist knew better than me. I should trust their experience and their professional opinion, and try what they thought I should try. This turned out not to be the case for me. I should have trusted my gut a little more, and not been afraid to stick to my guns. This doesn’t mean that the stylists didn’t have valuable insight and clever suggestions. But they just didn’t know me like I knew me, and all they could offer me was whatever was in their store. My options were far wider than that. I had the whole of Atlanta to prowl through. And prowl I did.
I started by going to every highly recommended store near me. Then I went to every highly recommended store not near me. Then I started going to any place I could find. I had one-on-one stylist appointments at tiny boutiques. I went to trunk shows, I went to bridal expos, I went to sip-and-sees. I went by myself, I went with my mother, I went with friends.
I also searched far and wide on the internet and cable. I cruised Etsy, StillWhite, Pinterest. I was a slave to clickbait and watched every bridal show I could, just in hopes that I would learn some stray piece of information that might be useful, or maybe even see a dress I liked.
Allow me to paint you a picture: I shouldn’t be a difficult bride to shop for. I have the thin, curve-less body that bridal gowns are built for, I’m comfortable in my own skin, I had plenty of time to kill, and my budget had a lot of wiggle room. I am really lucky to be able to say all those things. Many women don’t like shopping, looking at themselves in the mirror, won’t fit into the sample dresses, work a full-time job, and have to adhere to a strict budget. I thought wedding dress shopping would be easy for me.
I guess women are more universal than I thought: we all want our wedding dress to be as perfect as the day will be. I wanted to feel as beautiful in my dress as I knew my groom thought I was. We want to feel amazing in our wedding dress, not make any fashion mistakes we will regret later, and be, for one day, that gorgeous, perfect, glowing princess the fairytales assured us we would be. After all, our wedding day represents the promise of the rest of our lives together. It is the formal culmination and beginning of our love story. The dress is the focal point. So many lifelong and cultural hopes and dreams must be satisfied by this dress. So many fears must be soothed by this same dress. No one shopping for a wedding dress has an easy task.
Not an easy task, but it can be a fun one, and that’s what I set out to have: fun. I planned to take Ubers to and from bridal appointments, so that I could sip champagne without worry. I planned to be pampered, take my time, and enjoy every moment of the process. After hours and hours of trying on dresses, even shopaholic me became tired and sometimes discouraged. It wasn’t that the dresses weren’t beautiful or didn’t look good on. In fact, almost every one of them I would have been thrilled to wear to an event. But on my wedding day to the man I loved? It needed to be PERFECT. Or at least not noticeably not-perfect.
How to prepare for your appointment:
When going shopping, I tried to wear something bridal and form-fitting that showed off my style so that the stylists could see my body type and what might look best on me. I also did my hair and makeup. The one time I failed to throw a little bit of curl in my hair, I regretted it. Every time I looked in the mirror, my eye immediately went to my hair and how flat I thought it was. Yeah, you’re there to look at wedding dresses, but since when have women ever been able to look in the mirror and not find things that could use improvement? It was a distraction. What should I not have fussed over? My nails being done, or shaving my legs. Prepare to be very naked in front of your stylist, though, and buy some sticky breast petals if you don’t want your boobies out.
STORE REVIEWS
Kelly’s Closet
9.5 out of 10
I began my search with a Rue De Seine trunk show at Kelly’s Closet. Had I not made an appointment, I would not have walked into the store. The display showed long-sleeved hippie crochet dresses that were not me at all. I was pleasantly surprised upon going in, though. They had a huge selection, and I was swept away immediately. From the pretty, filmy underthings in the reception area, to the racks upon racks of exotically designed sparkle. I was amazed at the range of their collections and the uniqueness of each dress. My only criteria was that I wanted a low back, and I didn’t want to feel like my small bust was a drawback in my dress. As a result, I tried on everything, and I learned a lot.
They were unable to customize anything, everything would have to be done by an out-of-house alterations seamstress, and that was a big gamble. Still, I fell in love with a Rue De Seine gown strangely named “Poppy Stardust.” It was a falling-off-the-shoulder bustier style fit-and-flare with flatteringly appliquéd texture. It was endlessly romantic and beguiling. But it was far too heavy for my August wedding which included dancing, and the back wasn’t low. I had never felt so sexy in anything ever in my life. This dress caused me sleepless nights.
Kelly’s Closet was awesome. Great selection with a knowledgeable, friendly staff that clearly loved and knew their dresses, and cheered for the bride. The only drawback (besides them not having my perfect dress) was that I kept running out of water from my tiny (but pretty) goblet-style glass, and I was offered no champagne (it might have been the morning but hey, I could have done with more pampering). I give them a 9.5 out of 10.
I later went back in order to show the Poppy gown to my mother, and they opened on a day when they were closed so that I could do so. What amazing customer service. Kelly herself let me trot in and out of gowns, gave us champagne, and offered her helpful opinions and advice. I am in love with Kelly, her store, and her gowns.
Lovely Bride
9 out of 10
Next I went to Lovely Bride, where the store was as lovely and zen as the name. It was very private, giving me the entire tiny store to just myself and my stylist. I liked that she was older and had more experience both with dresses and relationships. We had a fantastic time together and she managed to impart wisdom to me as well. The dresses were less unique at Lovely, but I found more realistic, viable options.
Lovely could not customize anything, either. Lovers Society sold a warrior-princess dress called “Freja,” the front of which gave me oh-my-god-this-is-the-one vibes. But the back? Not low enough, and furthermore, the lines of the appliqué on my booty looked like the stitching of a baseball. Had they been able to customize the back from the designer, or even had an in-house alterations department who could have talked me through how to fix it, they would have had a sale. But the front, oh the front. A modern, Grecian-looking lace in soft-as velvet leaves that cascaded down my shoulders, pinched in at my waist, and flared out of my hips, spilling down to the floor. It emphasized an hourglass figure I didn’t know I had. The front panel rocked that lace while the mermaid sides came out almost from the back in plain crepe and then lace paneled fabric, alternating in a very unique way. It made it look both like a sheath and a fit-and-flare dress at the same time.
I received champagne, I dug the music, and the store was lovely. Where I dock points is the lack of varied selection, and again, the lack of customization. Also, be aware that the mirrors are in the front of the store, and people walking by on the street can see through the front windows to you admiring yourself in a dress. The supremely shy might not like that, but I’m a peacock, so it was a bonus for me. Also, the woman working here was the best stylist I encountered throughout my entire search. 9 out of 10.
Winnie Couture
4 out of 10
Licking my wounds, irritated, and stressed out, I headed into Winnie Couture. This place is supposed to be very upscale, but I pass the window displays all the time, and see ugly gowns falling off mannequins with double-sided sticky tape exposed on cold mannequin breasts.
Immediately upon entering, I was presented with a form I had to fill out, a la doctor’s office, of information I had already given them via email. They generously plied me with champagne and led me into their gorgeous but lowly-lit little store. This place, I could tell, was not my aesthetic. Lots of gaudy bling and sparkle, stiff fabrics ruched and aggressively mermaided. Because they only carrie Winnie gowns, their styles are all similar. The only low backs they had all had a mesh panel over them, which is the way that Winnie does a low back. If I could wince past the glare of the bling they assured me could be removed, they still couldn’t get rid of the mesh. On some the dresses, the color of the mesh couldn’t even be changed! This is a store known for its customization!
The sample gowns were also in very poor condition, with appliqué in tatters, beads broken and dangling, threads exposed like a tangle of fishing line, and holes shredded through mesh. The woman assisting me was new, and was not shadowing or being shadowed by anyone. Another woman in the store had to be frequently consulted with questions, and she was fast and brusque. A gown could have been customized and finagled into maybe-almost-being something I could possibly want, but I would have had to put a lot of trust into them doing things they hadn’t really done before, and the cost with each of the customization (removing a belt? $100) was astronomical. I would have been better off designing something somewhere else from scratch.
I did like that I could rush order gowns for an additional 10% of the gown cost per each 30 day period I wanted it to arrive earlier by. This store could be a good option if you’re in a hurry, like the Winnie style, and only want a few standard changes. I give them 4 out of 10.
David’s Bridal
6 out of 10
Too rage-tipsy to drive, I tottered over to David’s Bridal, set up right next door. Now, I am a snob. I promised myself I wouldn’t descend to the Walmart of wedding dress stores. Yet here I was. Again, they made me fill out a little form, which I thought was excessive for David’s Bridal. (Who are we kidding? You’re not couture. You don’t need my fiance’s name.) But at least I hadn’t already sent them the info and they mislaid it.
I told a woman at the counter what I was looking for, and she showed me a couple of options and set me up in a dressing room. I tried on one of the options and loved it! It was easy to step outside the door and grab one of the many upbeat salesladies to fetch several belts for me, in more color options than I’d found at other stores. I loved the cool, friendly, happy energy of the team of women who worked there, the fact that they were so accessible and helpful, but weren’t standing hawk-like over my shoulder.
For the self-reliant bride who wants to wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am this process, David’s Bridal might be perfect. If you’re ordering online, their sizes run way smaller than the boutique bridal stores. I’m a solid four on the street, which is usually a 6 or 8 in bridal. At David’s, I was a 2.
The backless dress made by Glinda seemed to have no problem producing the back I’d been looking for to no avail. It was covered in a soft lace in a flattering shape, and rang in at under $500. Furthermore, they could get it in 4 weeks time. With that price and speed of arrival, I’d have plenty of time and cash to customize or alter it as I saw fit. They also had a belt I loved and earmarked to maybe buy for a different gown. So, David’s Bridal? I hate myself for doing this, but, 6 out of 10.
Anya Bridal
4 out of 10
Stress reduced with such a solid plan B, I headed to Anya Bridal. I was hopeful that the “largest bridal showroom in the southeast” would have enough selection to give me the dress I’d been looking for in the back and the front. This huge store actually had the fewest options that I liked.
The fluorescent lights were not flattering, and the fitting rooms were a labyrinth of two-sided curtained cubicles which did not leave me feeling secure. They also sold men’s suits, so there were way too many men wandering around for my tastes. If they could have been able to deliver the variety I needed in order to find my dress, it would have been worth it, but they couldn’t.
The stylists were helpful and did their best, and made other suggestions to me, but the selling point of the warehouse turned out to be a wash. However, apparently the designers Justin Alexander and Allure are good about customizations and even sending back sketches of what the bride has requested. I didn’t try these options because I didn’t find anything I liked even well enough to customize, but if it really works like that and you like their style, it could be amazing. 4 out of 10.
Bride Beautiful
5.5 out of 10
Then I headed to Bride Beautiful on Valentine’s Day. First of all, I couldn’t find it in the shopping center. I finally saw it from across the parking lot, since I didn’t expect it to be on the second level. Inside, the vibe I got was definitely “not couture.” They kept saying that, too: “the look you like is very couture, I’m not sure if we have that…”
They were playing a radio station with commercials and mostly break-up songs, so it really didn’t put me in the mood the way that some of the better store’s playlists did, and it seems like such an easy fix they could have made.
The absolutely worst part was that I kept getting my skin clipped into the dress clips, which really hurt! That had never happened before. She blamed it on the clips, but they’ve used those same clips everywhere and never pinched my skin once.
What was good about this place was that the ladies really wanted to do their best. They had all looked together over my Pinterest board before I even arrived, and they all helped pull things. They suggested, and tried to show me, how each dress could be altered into exactly what I wanted, but it was just too hard for me to confidently envision such changes. Their helpful attitude and genuine care about what I wanted was what, in the end, led us to success with some bridal separates I really, truly loved.
My only regret was that I tried on so many that I didn’t like. I was exhausted by the end. They initially ask you to mark three dresses you like from walking around, but I felt kind of thrown to the wolves with that method, and ended up trying on dresses I knew were wrong before they even started pulling things. For the store aesthetic and their methodology, I have to score them very low, but the ladies really did pull it off in the end. (I later found the same separates I liked at a much better store, La Raine’s. They were selling their sample top here for half off, though. I liked a skirt at La Raine’s better that what they offered at Bride Beautiful, for a quarter of the cost.) 5.5 out of 10.
Go2Bella
2 out of 10
Just when I think it isn’t possible, the hunt becomes even more of an adventure at Go2Bella. I’m greeted in a disorganized manner and asked yet again to fill out a form containing information I’ve already emailed to them. Then I meet the designer: a bossy, brassy woman convinced of her own greatness. They pull some dresses for me that I don’t really like, and leave me to wrestle myself into them. “You don’t know until you try it,” was their catchphrase every time I failed to be enthused by a dress on the hanger. But I did know, and I wasted precious time and energy.
I was shocked and dismayed at the poor quality of the tulle on that dress, and the next. The store has a low price point. Even with extensive customizations, nothing is over $2,000. Unfortunately, that shows in the quality and the customer service, although if you want something affordably designed without tulle, it’s a pragmatic option. I considered it, but I thought about having to deal with the designer repeatedly, and I just couldn’t stomach it. Every time I stepped into a dress, she was there to badger me: “What’s wrong with it? Why don’t you like it? Well, we can change that and that and that…” I’m an outspoken, confident person, but that was difficult to stand up to.
I saw a review for her store that accused her of being abusive, and I can see how that would happen. I can envision getting into a screaming match with her and running away in furious tears. Not exactly what I need to deal with on the countdown to my big day.
Another thing I really disliked about this store is that men were constantly coming and going, either getting things tailored, or picking up something for their wife. I don’t like it when men can see me trying on wedding dresses. They don’t fit right, so your boobs are out, other things are out…it’s just uncomfortable. 2 out of 10.
Charme Prom and Bridal
4 out of 10
I drove forty minutes to go to a Provinias trunk show at Charme Prom and Bridal. I emailed them well ahead of time with some selections I hoped to see from designers they carried, as well as Provinias gowns I hoped they would have in for the show. They did not let me know that they didn’t carry any of the gowns I wanted to see, and worse than that, they failed to let me know that the Provinias gowns never arrived! Ergo, I drove forty minutes for nothing.
The store itself was very cute and private, and the staff were great. The selection of bridal gowns was small, since they share space with prom and other formalwear, but it would be a perfectly adequate place to go look at wedding dresses for the first time (if it’s not a far drive for you). For someone who already knew what they wanted and had been many places? It was a waste of my time. 4 out of 10.
White Magnolia Bridal
3.5 out of 10
I finally brought along some girlfriends to White Magnolia Bridal, an adorable little boutique in Buckhead. Their selection is quite small and in general, I didn’t like the attitude of the store. No food or drinks allowed, no photography, just a lot of rules told to me over and over again. Furthermore, the ladies who worked there seemed kind of like “cool girls” who thought they were too good for everyone. That’s just the impression I got. They wouldn’t let my friends pull any dresses for me, and my stylist’s impatience with me was palpable. Like I said though, the boutique is cute and and it also has nice private fitting rooms for you and your guests.
The best part of my experience? By far, the moral support from my friends. I’ve never been told I look beautiful so many times in a row. More importantly, it was helpful to have them to bounce ideas off of, or to help me shoot down dresses so that I wasn’t the only “bad guy.” Seeing how exhausting the dress search was for me, they rallied around me, offered more help with any general wedding things, and were amazingly supportive and encouraging. Friends? Ten out of ten. White Magnolia Bridal? 3.5 out of 10.
No matter where I went or how hard I searched, I couldn’t find the one. So I psychoanalyzed. Was my fear of commitment to a dress a symptom of my fear of commitment to a marriage? Was my distant relationship with my mother coming back to bite me, my inner child craving that traditional approval? Well, it was time to find out, because it was time for a visit from my mom.
The Sentimentalist
9.5 out of 10
The Sentimentalist was a store I was saving for my mom’s special trip down from Michigan just to help me dress shop. I heard rave reviews of The Sentimentalist and I wanted Mom to have a special experience. It did not disappoint. It’s as if this salon is a fictional workshop run by the fictional elves that make Pinterest boards come to life. They literally have a rack of tops with a rack of bottoms beneath it so that you can “pin” tops and bottoms together to make your own perfect gown.
You walk into the store to a fresh, out-of-the-box floral arrangement, and an entire lobby area of glittering, unique headpieces, sashes, and earrings. Opaque acrylic hair combs shaped like asymmetrical stars. Moonstone belts draped over an antique sewing machine. Vintage wedding gowns stand in a corner, made of silk that feels like the pages of old Bibles.
The open space has velvet couches in mustard yellow and peach in each semi-private appointment space. There are ethereal dresses tacked to each industrial pillar that are swathed in tulle, giving the gowns a sheer wash of unexpected color. Mounds of grey like a storm cloud on one ball gown, emerald green on another sheath dress that makes the column look like a waterfall.
The stylists themselves are the type of girls that are too hip to wear makeup. They boast messy hair, roots showing, in chic haircuts. Tiny girls in airy jumpsuits, midi rings that match their avant garde shoes, and the flat-snake gold bracelet your mom wore. My stylist has the word “fragile” stamped on the inside of her delicate wrist. With her freshly-washed face she says things like “don’t touch the dresses,” and “would you like more tea?” and “I’ll help you zip up, don’t attempt it yourself.” Her voice befits a therapist. Their store is excellent, but they know it. Discouraging brides from touching dresses does not keep the samples from being in sample-condition, I note, as the stylist drags a gown across their concrete floor and oriental rugs.
My mother and I select a top with a deep sweetheart neckline, criss-crossed in mesh that creates falling-off-the-shoulder straps. It is sexy and breathlessly romantic. We put it over a skirt made of layers of floating, piecey-cut fabric that looks as if it has been dyed in rose water. The stylist finishes it with a dainty belt that features opalescent crystals and milk-white beads. She assures us that their jeweler can customize and change it for more pink-hued stones, with a hair comb to match. I look like a flower falling apart after the rain. My mother gets misty-eyed. All I can think about is the way my fiancee will feel when he sees me in this. And I? I can suddenly see it all. Getting married in a garden. Surrounded by people. My new husband and I dancing as dusk falls and twinkle lights take over. Enjoying celebrating the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to either of us.
“Let’s get changed,” the stylist briskly suggests. “Okay,” I say, and stay there standing in front of the mirror. It was the shortest bridal appointment I ever had. My stylist emailed me promptly with a list of everything I liked, the prices, and the designer’s response to proposed changes. 9.5 out of 10.
BHLDN
1.5 out of 10
We also popped into BHLDN (pronounced Beholden) which is the bridal department of my favorite store, Anthropologie. Many people recommended this store to me, including stylists at other bridal salons. Honestly, I don’t know why. The selection was extremely limited and I wasn’t impressed with the stylists.
They did do one thing that I really liked. As I was leaving, they gave my a card with the name and price of the gown I liked best, which all salons do. What set them apart was that they enclosed it in an envelope and included a handwritten note which made it seem much more like a love letter than a receipt. This is such an easy change, I don’t know why every salon doesn’t do this. 1.5 out of 10.
Carrie’s Bridal
1 out of 10
After my mother left, I went to Carrie’s Bridal by myself. Every gown there is under $1,000. Once again, as with Go2Bella, the price point really showed in the quality. I didn’t care for any of their gown designs, and none of them fit even remotely correctly. It’s a cute little shop, though, in a town populated entirely by antique stores. I only tried on three gowns and walked away with a new potential friend in my stylist, but no potential for a wedding dress. 1 out of 10.
Bridals by Lori
2 out of 10
I couldn’t visit the majority of bridal salons in Atlanta without going to the one where they taped Say Yes To The Dress: Atlanta. I called Bridals by Lori to schedule an appointment, where after a long and automated phone process, they quickly seized on my budget being too low for their store, and made an appointment for me at their off-the-rack basement store. I called them back later, feeling that they had misunderstood me, and rescheduled for their main store. My girlfriends, also avid watchers of SYTTD, wanted to come with me, so after giving them plenty of warnings that it was unlikely that we would be on the show, we all went.
Immediately upon entering, they made me fill out a form. This is always a pet peeve of mine, since they have already collected this info from me online/on the phone, or both. Their iPad crashed after I filled out the form, and they made me fill it out AGAIN. It was not an excellent start. Finally we headed up to an abandoned, empty store, populated by people who (I felt) just wanted to go home.
My stylist was Megan, who I recognized from the show. She was lovely and low-key, but she had me search for dresses by myself, another pet peeve of mine. If I’ve described the dress I’m looking for, they know their stock better than me, isn’t that right?
It was surreal to see a couple of “famous” people in person, but that is where the similarities ended. No one offered to “jack me up,” not even a whisper of a veil, not even when I was in my favorite dress. We were not allowed to take pictures, STRIKE THREE on the pet peeve list. It makes me somewhat unable to seriously consider that dress as a contender: I can’t show it to my mom, I can’t compare it and stare at it and whisper sweet nothings to it before I go to sleep. In all seriousness, though, I wasn’t impressed by the variety of the selection at Bridals by Lori. That store is all fantasy and no delivery in my opinion. 2 out of 10.
La Raine’s
7 out of 10
I then went to La Raine’s with a group of older (and I mistakenly though more mature) girlfriends. La Raine’s is in a charming two-story cottage that provides parking, which is fortuitous since it’s in Virginia Highlands, a place of parking nightmares. It is staffed by helpful stylists and boasts a pretty good selection for its size. I do not believe it has wheelchair accessibility, so make sure that you and your entire party can handle stairs. They have a separates collection, as well as a wide variety of gowns.
My girlfriends were a loud gaggle of hens who I couldn’t even make myself heard over, but we had fun. The store allowed pictures, and allowed the girls to be as extra as they wished, which was nice. No champagne was served, but I can understand why, given the already hyperactive behavior of my ladies (if you’re reading this, I love you Shelley, Lynn, and Patricia).
My favorite pick from this store was a sheer, bedazzled mermaid that was both outrageously sexy and just…outrageous. (Not unlike the ladies that picked it out.) They also had my favorite from Bride Beautiful, with a better and cheaper option for a skirt. My awesome stylist was happy to button up all my buttons with lightning speed, unlike other places I have been (such as Bride Beautiful) which only do every third button, making it hard to envision. 7 out of 10.
Suite Bridal
0 out of 10
Then we popped over to Suite Bridal, which is run by the same company. Unfortunately, I didn’t like it nearly as much as La Raine’s. The selection is far more limited and crowded, without a private room for you and your guests. I had to change in a tiny curtained stall and then walk across the store to show my friends. Pretty disappointing. They have the same staff as La Raine’s (they rotate) but their current staff seemed disheartened by their own lack of options for me, unlike at La Raine’s. At least they were very accommodating about taking silly pictures of my whole party and I with headpieces on, and they have a pretty pair of gold wings on the wall to take selfies in front of. 2 out of 10.
La La’s Pop Up Shop
0 out of 10
My party, exhausted and splitting apart, straggled into La La’s Pop Up Shop, where out-of-production samples from La Raine’s and Suite Bridal go to die. My remaining dedicated friend kept shouting “this is the one! It’s so cheap!” while I rushed into and out of dresses that only came in sizes 4–8, so forget about it if you’re not tiny. Even being tiny and everything fitting, I didn’t like what I saw, and the woman who worked there was brusque and made it clear she didn’t have time for me, although the gentleman that worked there was lovely. I’m sorry, but 0 out of 10.
The outcome:
After all that shopping, I wish I could tell you that I bought a dress. I didn’t. I wish I could tell you that I married my fiancé. I didn’t. Ultimately, I didn’t get the support I needed from him in order to make either that decision or that commitment. If you don’t find the right one, have the courage to say no to the dress.
