My veil tore. I knew when we were getting married and I'm five months pregnant that I'm not going to be able to wear the dress that I always wanted or high heels--
Hey. You look just as I imagined you would. Pam, you're so pretty.
Thank you.
And who cares? It's a stupid veil, right?
No, this was the one thing I was supposed to be able to control, was this veil and--
