“Your room’s all set,” she said brightly. “I even straightened a few things while you were away.”
Something about that made me pause, but only for a second.
“You’re finally here.”
“Thanks,” I said.
I carried my duffel upstairs and stepped into my old bedroom. Everything looked mostly the same.
“We’ll catch up later, okay?” Susan said with false brightness. “I can’t wait for you to see my wedding dress at the rehearsal dinner tonight.”
I smiled politely. “I’m sure it’ll be beautiful.”
I never imagined that what I saw her wearing that night would crush me.
Everything looked mostly the same.
That night, I arrived at the restaurant where the rehearsal dinner was being held.
I hadn’t been there long before I got the worst surprise of my life.
Susan stepped out, all smiles, wearing my mother’s wedding dress!
I froze in shock. It felt like time slowed down around me as I stared at Susan.
My father beamed beside her, one hand on her lower back.
The dress my mother had worn the day she promised forever to my father was now on the woman replacing her.
I got the worst surprise of my life.
I walked forward slowly, my heels heavy against the wooden floor.
“Susan,” I said quietly, stopping a few feet from her. “Why are you wearing my mother’s dress?”
Susan turned, her smile sharpening into something colder.
