I have long recognized that my abandoned life was spent making wedding dresses for others.
As long as everyone maintains their decency, it is not unacceptable.
I thought I would die making wedding dresses for others.
But I didn't expect to meet the person who rescued me from the snow that year.
When dignity breaks down, perhaps it is destined that he will always hold me in his arms.
Note:
short story
first person
Intention: No need to feel inferior
