My mother-in-law wore a white lace dress and hugged my husband like the bride. I ignored it. At my BIL\u2019s wedding years later, she pledged not to repeat the stunt but wore the same dress! A savvy photographer discovered her deception and subverted her.<\/p>\n
Only a meticulously cropped and altered photo of my husband and me standing before the chapel remains from my wedding.<\/p>\n
All other photographs are on a flash drive in a nested folder, so I never inadvertently find them.<\/p>\n
Please understand: I love my husband, Jeff, and our wedding was lovely.<\/p>\n
Without Linda, my MIL, my wedding would have been perfect.<\/p>\n
My mother-in-law arrived late to the chapel entry, but she made a magnificent entrance like a Hollywood red carpet just as the summer season was beginning to fade.<\/p>\n
Wearing a floor-length white lace dress.<\/p>\n
Not vanilla or \u201ccoastal chic.\u201d It was bridal white.<\/p>\n
It yelled \u201cNotice me\u201d to everyone within three miles.<\/p>\n
It works. That girl stole the show.<\/p>\n
Wider eyes and cameras appeared. Gasps, whispers, and laughter filled the chapel.<\/p>\n
Someone might pull her aside and say something about wedding clothing.<\/p>\n
But no.<\/p>\n
As the initial shock subsided, people grinned uncomfortably. Like they were unable to look away from a slow-motion train accident.<\/p>\n
In my wedding dress, I watched this mother who reared my husband decide that my day was also hers.<\/p>\n
The ground seemed to dissolve beneath me.<\/p>\n
Before taking her front-row spot, she stalked the aisle like a bride.<\/p>\n
Jeff\u2019s eyes reflected my dismay and an unnerving resignation.<\/p>\n
Behind me, my maid of honor said, \u201cIs she for real right now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeff murmured, \u201cJust breathe.\u201d Still your day, love; our day. Stop her from taking it.\u201d<\/p>\n
So I inhaled and nodded at Jeff.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t let her steal it\u201d was my daily mantra.<\/p>\n
I kept saying that as Linda clung to Jeff like a barnacle for photos and glided around the reception like a crowned monarch.<\/p>\n
I was supposed to shine, but Linda made me feel like a gatecrasher sneaking free champagne.<\/p>\n
I overlooked it. At least attempted.<\/p>\n
I had a professional remove Linda from the mantel photo and hide the others.<\/p>\n
It helped that Jeff and I moved across the state soon after our vows.<\/p>\n
We still had big family gatherings, but a four-hour journey to Linda helped keep things peaceful.<\/p>\n
However, letting things slip might sting you in the same white lace gown.<\/p>\n
Years passed, and life continued.<\/p>\n
Finally, Dylan, my nice brother-in-law, proposed to his fianc\u00e9e. Sarah is humorous and friendly, remembering your birthday, bringing handmade brownies to family dinners, and making everyone feel welcome.<\/p>\n
When I received the news, I felt I had to warn her.<\/p>\n
We drove in for a weekend to visit Sarah and Dylan before the wedding. During cake tasting, I grabbed Sarah away.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey\u2026 Watch Linda, I whispered. \u201cDon\u2019t be surprised if she wears white.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sarah laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t worry. Dylan told me about your wedding, so I asked Linda about the clothing code. She swore to keep it low,\u201d Sarah winked.<\/p>\n
A sigh of relief. Maybe Linda learned from my wedding. Maybe someone told her about her stunt. I hope she wears navy or purple this time.<\/p>\n
Spoiler: she didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
The ceremony had scarcely began when we heard heels clacking on the garden path.<\/p>\n
I looked at Jeff. The sole absent guest was Linda. He called Linda before Sarah walked down the aisle, and Linda stated she was stuck in traffic.<\/p>\n
She had to be! I turned and gasped at her dress.<\/p>\n
Linda wore my wedding white lace dress!<\/p>\n
She just wore a red sash around her waist, as if that changed it.<\/p>\n
One more thing. With thick red lipstick, she looked like a movie star.<\/p>\n
Is it real? Whispered to Jeff. Or am I having a trauma flashback?<\/p>\n
Someone whispered behind me, \u201cIsn\u2019t she chilly in that thing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJulie, she wore that to your wedding?\u201d another murmured.<\/p>\n
I nodded, seeing Sarah\u2019s expression sink at Linda. The bride looked like she wanted to disappear in her gorgeous gown.<\/p>\n
Because I understood her pain, my heart broke for her.<\/p>\n
Linda wrapped herself around the groom like ivy after the vows.<\/p>\n
She laughed too loudly, joined every conversation, and pretended to be the \u201cstar of this wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n
The photos followed. We didn\u2019t see it coming, but Linda was about to face truth after years of denial.<\/p>\n
Linda photobombed every group photo the photographer took!<\/p>\n
Before the photographer waved to catch everyone\u2019s attention, I was thinking about telling Sarah the editor who erased Linda from my wedding photo.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust the bride and groom, please.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone except Linda retreated.<\/p>\n
She smiled smugly and reached for Dylan\u2019s hand again.<\/p>\n
But the photographer kept going.<\/p>\n
Not you, ma\u2019am. Bride and groom only. \u201cAre you the bride?\u201d<\/p>\n
She froze. Excuse me? No! Being his mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh.\u201d Photographer tilted head with innocent uncertainty that sliced like a razor. \u201cI was confused since you were wearing a white bridal gown and holding the groom\u2019s hand all day.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was the best comeback ever! Silence fell over the crowd like a cake.<\/p>\n
It was short-lived.<\/p>\n
One laughed, then another. A groomsman\u2019s snort-laugh got everyone laughing.<\/p>\n
Linda went crimson like her lipstick. Her jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
She hissed, \u201cI\u2019m the mother. Choose what to wear. My status as the most significant woman here makes everyone jealous!<\/p>\n
The illusion was broken.<\/p>\n
People looked at Linda sideways.<\/p>\n
Sarah remained silent, lips pursed.<\/p>\n
Dylan then made an audacious move that left me gasping.<\/p>\n
Looking Linda in the eye, he pulled Sarah close with his arm.<\/p>\n
Linda gasped.<\/p>\n
She then proceeded to stomp across the lawn in stilettos, ranting about \u201cdisrespect\u201d and \u201chow dare he speak to me like that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell,\u201d the photographer said, \u201cthat\u2019s a first.\u201d<\/p>\n
The photographer returned to Dylan and Sarah.<\/p>\n
He took images of simply the bride and groom, beaming in the spotlight, without a photobomb, ego, or drama in white. I couldn\u2019t help but smile.<\/p>\n
I was nearby when Linda\u2019s sister and aunt met her at the buffet.<\/p>\n
\u201cA white dress again?\u201d Linda\u2019s sister said. \u201c\u2018Really?\u2019<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo weddings, same stunt?\u201d Linda\u2019s aunt sighed. \u201cWhen will you learn, Linny?\u201d<\/p>\n
Then Linda snapped.<\/p>\n
She tossed her locks, flung her purse over her shoulder, and snapped, \u201cI don\u2019t have to stay where I\u2019m not valued!\u201d<\/p>\n
She swung around and roared out in lace, perfume, and ego.<\/p>\n
Did she just\u2026? Sarah started.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I answered. \u201cShe left her son\u2019s wedding because someone called her out for wearing white.\u201d<\/p>\n
The rest of the wedding went smoothly.<\/p>\n
Weeks later, Sarah video-called to tell me the wedding photos came.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what?\u201d Sarah said, viewing the images. \u201cI think this turned out better than I might have imagined.\u201d<\/p>\n
As for Linda?<\/p>\n
We wondered what she might wear to the next family wedding. I\u2019m betting on white again because some people never change.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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