My Dad’s New Fiancée Took My Late Mother’s Wedding Dress Even Though I Had Been Saving It for Myself – So I Had to Teach Her a Lesson
I gripped the steering wheel and stared straight ahead at the restaurant windows, where I could still see Susan laughing, twirling once for someone’s phone camera.
That’s when I stopped thinking like a hurt daughter and started thinking about consequences.
“You will not get away with this,” I whispered.
I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found a name I had not called in over a year.
“You will not get away with this.”
Lena. My mother’s old friend.
I tapped the call button.
“Hello?”
“Lena, it’s me. I need a favor. A big one, and I need it fast.”
“Anything, sweetheart. What’s wrong?”
I told her what I wanted, and she paused.
“I need a favor.”
“How quickly do you need it?”
“Three days.”
Another pause. “I’m not sure if I can pull this off perfectly, sweetheart, but I can try. Come see me tomorrow. First light.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet. Just tell me one thing first. Are you sure?”
“Three days.”
I looked once more at the restaurant window, at the woman wearing my mother’s dress like a costume.
“I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”
I ended the call, started the engine, and drove back to my father’s house.
Getting Lena to help me was the first step, but my plan to teach Susan a lesson grew as I lay in bed that night, trying to sleep.
“I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”
When I returned from Lena’s place the following morning, I played the part of a quiet, defeated daughter.
“I’m glad you’re being mature about everything,” Susan told me, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “Your mother had her time. Now it’s mine.”
I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded.
That afternoon, my father mentioned over coffee that Susan had booked a full day spa appointment for the day before the wedding. A bridal package. Six hours, minimum.
I knew it would be the perfect opportunity.
“Your mother had her time.”
