Heck, if you want to get all technical about it, I wasn’t a “maid” the first time. ;-)

But my love, my dear, my darling: you have never been a bride: that much is obvious; it would break my heart to get rid of any of those gowns! Why, my dear departed mother sewed the first one with her own hands, from scratch; my second dress was a gossamer slip of a dream of a thing (befitting the scrawny beast I was at the time); my third dress was spotted by my own very husband, up on the wall of the store he just knew he’d find it in, “What about that one?”, and it was perfect, and I love them all, and the only time I am ever sad about not having children is when I realize I have no daughter to hand my gowns down to.