I should have expected better than to travel to NYC for a wedding dress and not get met with judgmental looks of the shopkeepers when I told how old I was. I also should have known better than to actually answer them when they said "Wait, you're the one getting married? How old are you? You look 14!" I mean, I had the money saved and all to get those kinds of dresses, but screw that. JCPenney at the local mall, it is.