MY FIANCÉ AND HIS MOTHER FORCED ME TO WEAR RED TO MY WEDDING — BUT I HAD A PLAN THEY NEVER SAW COMING
When Daniel proposed, I was filled with joy. I said yes without hesitation, already dreaming of our perfect day. Within a week, I found the dress—ivory white, soft lace, everything I’d ever imagined. Then came her. His mother, Margaret, who had always treated me like a stain she couldn’t scrub out—especially because I had a…