The very first thing we planned after Chloé got engaged was the dress. She had dreamed since childhood of a unique gown, made just for her. Naturally, I thought of Laura—a loyal friend and the most talented seamstress I know.
She gave it her all for months. The choice of fabrics, the lace details, the cut… everything was nearly perfect. A few days before the big day, I caught a glimpse of the almost-finished dress. I thought: This is it. This is my daughter’s dream.
Then the wedding day arrived.
Laura came in with a large white box. I opened it… and my heart skipped a beat.
The dress was black.
Me: “Laura… what… what is this?!”
She looked at me calmly, placed her hand on mine, and said:
“Trust me.”
Then she added gently:
“You should sit down now.”
I was frozen. My brain screamed: A joke? Some kind of setup?
Then the music started.
And when Chloé walked through the doors…
The room fell silent.
That was the exact moment everything made sense.
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