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Sister asks to evaluate the wedding dress. “Hey, can you take a look at this dress? I’m not sure if it’s right for me.” Her voice is soft, tinged with nervousness as she holds up the gown, its delicate lace and shimmering fabric catching the light. She looks at me expectantly, her eyes wide and hopeful, as though my opinion could make all the difference in the world. I step closer, running my fingers over the silky material, marveling at how perfectly it hugs her curves. “It’s beautiful,” I say, my tone low and husky, almost reverent. “But… do you really think it suits you?” She...