As I took my place in the ceremony, I no longer felt self-conscious or out of place. I realized that the beauty of the day was not solely in the grandeur of clothes or decorations, but in the love and bonds that tied us together. The green dress, which I had once thought might bring shame, instead became a beacon of love and pride. It taught me that true elegance lies not in the newness of attire but in the depth of stories and the love it represents.

The wedding was beautiful, filled with laughter, joy, and shared happiness. And as I watched Marco and Lara exchange their vows, I knew that my old green dress, far from being a source of shame, had become a cherished part of a new chapter in our lives. The hall may have cried that day, but they were tears of joy, understanding, and love, transcending the old and welcoming the new with open hearts.