When Daniel proposed, I was over the moon. In a few days, I bought my dream white wedding dress—delicate, elegant, perfect.
Then his mother, Margaret, who never liked me (especially since I had a child from a previous relationship), saw it.
Her face twisted. “No. You can’t wear white.”
I blinked. “Excuse me?”
She smirked. “White is for pure brides. You have a child.”
I turned to Daniel, expecting him to shut this down. Instead, he nodded. “She’s right. It’s only fair.”
Fair? FAIR?!
The next day, my dress was GONE.
In its place? A dramatic RED gown. Bought with my money.
Margaret smirked. “Now, this is a PROPER dress.”
I clenched my fists. Fine. Let them think they won.
I arrived in their red dress. Margaret beamed—dressed in WHITE. What a surprise! Even Daniel, in his crisp white suit, looked smug.
As I reached the altar, I took a slow, deliberate look at the guests.
Then, one by one, they all STOOD UP. Margaret’s jaw fell open. “WHAT—WHAT IS THIS?!”
Then—it happened.
When Daniel proposed, I was overjoyed and bought my dream white wedding dress. But when his mother, Margaret, saw it, she sneered and told me I couldn’t wear white because I had a child. To my shock, Daniel agreed. The next day, my dress was gone, replaced by a red gown Margaret had bought with my money.
At the ceremony, Margaret and Daniel wore white, but I had a surprise. I had arranged for everyone on my side of the family—and a few of Daniel’s cousins—to wear red in solidarity. Margaret was stunned. I told her, “Red is a bold, beautiful color. It doesn’t define me.”
During the vows, I spoke up, asking Daniel to stand by me and respect my past. His response was lackluster, and I felt the tension throughout the ceremony. Later, Margaret confronted me, but I calmly told her she had made herself look foolish.
At the reception, Daniel apologized for not defending me, but I realized I had to stand up for myself. The day wasn’t perfect, but I had shown my worth. No one, not even Daniel or his controlling mother, could define who I was. Standing up for myself was the right choice, and I wouldn’t let anyone take my value away.
