The designer noted the request and took the dress away.

Once the designer was gone, Dean helped Angela to the couch and they both sat down.

"Angela, you should have mentioned this the last time so that the designer won't have to redo the dress. It's not that I care about the money, but this is wasting time," Dean said gently.

"I'm sorry, Dean! It's my fault. I didn't think too much of it when we were picking out the style, and now that the wedding is getting closer, I am feeling a little nervous..." she explained. "I've always lived a carefree life before I met you, and after marrying you, I will be living my life with a different identity. I'm just nervous!"

"Don't get nervous, Angela. I won't let you down. I spent a lot of time fooling around before I met you, and I'm sick of that. I only wish to settle down now, and you are the best person for me." He held her hand and consoled her. "I don't like black, but I'm willing to change for your sake. You are the only woman who can make