He turned to the audience and spoke loud enough for every single guest to hear.
“Wow, Mom. Same dress, same bouquet, same church.” He stepped down from the altar, smiling that patient smile I knew so well. “But you forgot one thing.”
My heart hammered as he connected it to the big screen behind the altar.
“What are you doing, sweetie?” Margaret asked, but I caught the first hint of uncertainty in her voice.
The screen flickered to life.
Photo 1: Margaret, caught red-handed, standing in front of my closet with my dress in her hands.
Photo 2: Her fingers grazing my veil, testing how it felt.
Photo 3: A screenshot of a text message she’d sent to the wrong chat.
The message read: “She has no idea! This wedding needs a star, and that’s gonna be me. I’ll show everyone what a real bride looks like.”
But the real kicker was the recording that played next.
“I can’t wait to see her face! I’m going to be the star of this wedding. She’s so plain — someone needs to bring some glamor to this event.”
The reaction wasn’t what anyone expected.
Silence.
Deafening, uncomfortable silence that seemed to stretch on forever.
Margaret’s confident smile dissolved like sugar in the rain. Her lips started trembling as realization struck. Gerald looked around like he wanted to disappear into the floorboards.
Jake turned to Pastor Williams with a firm nod.
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