"What you wear? You're right, it doesn't. Marcus would adore you in sackcloth rags. But your happiness does." He took her hands. "You matter." She tried to pull away. "Nope, you've helped me with everything under the sun over the last few years. I intend to return the favor. Take a deep breath and clear your mind." She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling. "Good. Now, imagine the most beautiful bride possible." When she frowned, he continued, "No, not yourself as the bride, a stranger. Picture the most stunning woman ever as the bride."