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My Mom Tried to Upstage Me in a Wedding Dress, But She Didn’t See This Coming

When my mother hinted she might wear her old wedding dress to my wedding, I wasn’t surprised—she’d made every milestone about herself for years. But this time, I refused to let her steal the spotlight. Weeks earlier, after veiled insults and controlling comments about my dress, a plan began forming. A silent alliance was forged. Invitations were extended with quiet intent. And as the SUV pulled up and my mother stepped out, rhinestones gleaming, she had no idea that…

The morning of my wedding was unusually quiet. The kind of stillness that feels borrowed—like the world was holding its breath. I stood on the hotel balcony, watching the city stretch awake, when my maid of honor, Nora, burst through the sliding door like a woman on fire.

“It’s happening,” she said, waving her phone. “Your mother just posted a teaser photo. Guess what she’s wearing?”

I didn’t need to ask.

“White?”