”“Yes mom,” I said trying not sound to sarcastic. I ate my eggs and some sausage from my plate. I stood and went up to get my bag from my room....As I walked past the kitchen my mom said, “You guys are on your own for dinner tonight. I am working some overtime, and then grabbing drinks with the girls.”“Got it mom.” I said as I kept walking to the front door. She tended to go to the bar after work and most of the time she would get drunk and meet some random guy who would bring her home. I would. “Ok,” she relented, sit down and listen…”The three of them sat individually in chairs around the central coffee table. “Five months ago,” she continued, “I was diagnosed with cancer, the big C.”“What!” Alice replied, shocked by the revelation. “Why didn’t you tell me?”“Because the doctors did not know how serious it was. Whether the tumor was benign or malignant, I had no news until the tests were completed.” Alice felt deeply sick inside.“And you shouldered all that worry upon yourself? You. "That's you in the pictures!" she cried. "That's really you. Oh my gosh. WOW. Is she really that beautiful." More so, and not just from her looks, either." I spent the next thirty minutes telling Robin all about Caitlin.She told me that when the newspaper ad first appeared of Caitlin in the dress, every one of her friends tried to find out more about the dress and the person in it. It drove some of them crazy, especially the ones that follow fashion design and stuff because she was a brand new. So, our hunt began firstly on one or two websites such as FAB and Swinging Haven,, our profile was clear what we wanted and wow did the emails start coming in, hundreds of them, far to many to answer all of them, as the majority ignored what was in our profile or hadn’t included a facial picture so all these were deleted.One gentleman called Tom (not his real name) from Chorley did stand out though, he was then in his late fifties, married to a school teacher and wrote how he was an amateur.