“Buddy,” he said, voice heavy, “this is incredible. Your mom’s going to be the most beautiful bride anyone’s ever seen.”
Lucas beamed.
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
***
The wedding day started like a dream.
I stood in the bridal suite with my sister helping me into Lucas’s dress.
It fit perfectly.
“Buddy,” he said, voice heavy, “this is incredible. Your mom’s going to be the most beautiful bride anyone’s ever seen.”
When I walked out, the guests gasped.
“Oh my God, is that handmade?”
“That’s the most unique dress I’ve ever seen!”
“My son made it,” I kept saying, watching Lucas turn pink with pride.
He looked so handsome in his suit.
For once, he wasn’t trying to be invisible.
He was radiant.
Then Loretta arrived.
She walked in wearing a stiff cream suit.
Her eyes found me immediately.
She froze.
“That’s the most unique dress I’ve ever seen!”
I watched her gaze travel from my neckline to the hem and back up.
Her expression shifted from confusion to horror to something like disgust.
“Oh,” she said loudly enough for nearby guests to hear. “So we’re doing craft hour for the wedding theme now?”
I forced a smile and ignored her.
But Loretta wasn’t done.
During the pre-ceremony photos, she made her move.
She walked right into the middle of the courtyard, where at least 40 people stood chatting, and her voice cut through the music like a knife.
