The Thorn Family wedding dress has been in the family since 14th century

The dress elegantly billowed down my body. I stood my arm in Phineas'. He turned toward me and pulled me into a tight hug. "I know I'm not Podrose, or Cid or even Landon but I...." his voice trailed off. Phineas wasn't a sappy person but as we waited for my flower girl, Milly Malcolm, to make it to the end of the isle, his eyes watered and for the first time in my seven years if knowing him he was at a lose for words. I squeezed him tightly. " Phin," I said slowly. " No one deserves to give me away more than you." It was true Phineas was the only man who stuck by me and truly treated me like I mattered. He was more of a father than my father ever was and more of a brother than Cid ever was. Then music began to play and the congregation rose as I started down the isle toward my future husband.