I thought the worst thing that could happen at my wedding was the DJ playing the wrong first-dance song. Turns out, watching my future mother-in-law show up in a red sequined gown and a veil was way higher on the list.
My name’s Harper, and I’m 25. I married Cole in my aunt’s backyard—string lights, pastel flowers, lavender and blush everywhere.
Cozy, intimate, soft, the opposite of dramatic.
Now, enter Margaret.
She’s 48, rich, polished, and absolutely certain the world is her stage. She’s the kind of woman who will call someone “basic” and then say, “I’m just being honest, darling,” like that makes it better.
I tolerated her for Cole’s sake. I smiled, I nodded, and I swallowed a lot of comments.
Then we got engaged.
One afternoon a few weeks before the wedding, my phone rang at work.
“Hi, Margaret,” I said, already bracing.
“Harper, darling,” she drawled.
“I’m at this boutique and I just don’t know what to wear. I’m thinking… red. But I wouldn’t want to overshadow you.”
I nearly dropped my fork.
“Red?” I repeated.
“Yes, a gorgeous red gown,” she said.
“Floor-length, sequins. Everyone will notice me. That’s the point.”
Our wedding colors were blush, mint, and lavender.
“Maybe something pastel would match the theme?” I said carefully.
“Like blush or lavender?”
She laughed. Actually laughed.
“Oh, Harper,” she said, “you’re so cute. Pastels wash me out.
Red is flattering, and people expect the groom’s mother to stand out.”
I hung up and texted Cole.
Me: Your mom wants to wear a red sequined dress to our pastel wedding.
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