Holding up the wedding dress in front of a mirror so he could better judge the length, Ianto wondered how he’d let himself get roped into picking out Gwen’s replacement dress. Although, who else was there really? Tosh had excellent taste, but she didn’t have his practiced eye for estimating sizes, and the idea of either Jack or Owen dress shopping… He shuddered.
Not so long ago, he’d thought it would be him and Lisa getting married, talking about wedding dresses, guests, flowers… She would’ve looked so beautiful.
The shop assistant’s interruption was an almost welcome distraction from his thoughts.