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
The moment Susan left for her spa treatment the day before the wedding, I went upstairs and slipped into her bedroom.
In under ten minutes, I’d executed part two of my plan.
That afternoon, I sat at my father’s desk with an external hard drive I had dug out from a storage box in the basement.
I worked for over an hour preparing one more special surprise for Dad and Susan’s wedding.
I’d executed part two of my plan.
Susan returned that evening glowing, her face flushed from facials and champagne. She caught me on the stairs.
“You’ve been awfully quiet, sweetie. Finally accepting that the past is the past?”
“Something like that.”
“Good girl. Your father needs peace. Don’t take that away from him.”
I held her gaze for one extra second. “I would never take anything that isn’t mine.”
She caught me on the stairs.
She blinked. Something flickered across her face.
Then she laughed and walked away.
That night, I lay in bed, thinking about what I’d planned for the wedding, and wondering if I’d gone too far.
Then I remembered my mother
“This is for you, Mom,” I whispered.
Tomorrow, every guest would see the truth. And so would my father.
I lay in bed, thinking about what I’d planned for the wedding.
I walked into the restaurant calmly.
Every head turned. Susan thought she was going to have the perfect ceremony.
I knew better.
A slow ripple of gasps spread through the wedding guests as their focus shifted to me.
Susan’s smile collapsed.
She looked me up and down, then screamed. “HOW DARE YOU?!”
I knew better.
I smiled and twirled around in my mother’s wedding dress. “Because this dress was always meant for me, and that replica you’re wearing suits you because it’s just as fake as you are.”
She looked down at her dress in horror.
Lena had done an amazing job of copying Mom’s wedding dress, and I’d made the switch when Susan went to the spa.
But the dress swap was just the first of the surprises I’d planned for the day. The best was about to come!
“It’s just as fake as you are.”
