"I’m wearing my kallah dress for the Seder,” says my friend, her voice echoing over the phone line as we wish each other a gut Yom Tov.

I stifle a giggle. “Really? The tiara and veil as well?” I ask, mock-serious.

She catches herself. “Oh my — no! I meant the dress I wore for my engagement. Did I say kallah dress?” She giggles, a dreamy bride hugging her new status close. We both picture lace and tulle draping over her dining room chair, at the peril of four-times-how-many cups of deep burgundy wine, and laugh.

“I don’t have anything new for Pesach this year,” I say. Not because of budget restraints — in fact, just the opposite. As a still-single career girl with more money than I can convince myself to put in savings, my wardrobe undergoes constant renovation and expansion. Maybe that’s why I hadn’t thought about buying something new for Yom Tov, when I had so many recent purchases already.

But suddenly, the words make me sad.

When we hang up the phone, I go upstairs. Open the closet and slowly sift through the tops and skirts, gold and creamy pink and violet. Gray with tiny pleats, sequined top in shades of mauve and silver. Deep green with printed flowers splashed across one shoulder, and the classic straight black skirt.

And then I notice the Dress. I hadn’t even remembered it.

Midnight-blue satin top with three-quarter sleeves, silver-and-gemstone sparkly beading at the shoulders and waist, a full pleated skirt of stiff silver-and-blue beauty.

I slip it on without thinking.

It is gorgeous, fits me perfectly. Of course it does. I had it altered to the last inch back in the winter, thinking it would be needed in the near future. The memory hurts.

I spin around. The skirt flares out and settles again, picture-perfect. I pull out blue satin heels, and a handle of silver for the wrists.

I look like I’m dressed for an engagement. For my engagement.

But then again, that was what I bought the dress for, wasn’t it?

I tug at the zipper again, ready to relegate it to the dusty back of my bursting wardrobe, to change into one of my regular Shabbos outfits. But the image in the mirror is alluring, tempting.

It’s Yom Tov tonight. Seder night. What better time could there be to dress up?

It looks perfect on you. It’s so fancy, and so seasonal. If you don’t wear it now, you might never get a chance... (Excerpted from Family First, Issue 537)