I Made a Wedding Dress for My Granddaughter – What Happened to It Hours Before the Ceremony Was Unforgivable

“I said yes!” She held out her hand, showing me a simple ring that caught the afternoon light. “We’re getting married!”

I pulled her into my arms and cried happy tears. “Your parents would be so proud of you, baby.”

“I wish they were here,” she whispered into my shoulder.

“Me too. But I’ll be here. I’ll make sure this day is perfect for you.”

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The wedding dress shopping turned into a nightmare. Every boutique we visited had the same problem: either the dresses cost more than my car, or they didn’t please Emily.

After the fifth store, she slumped in the dressing room chair and buried her face in her hands. “Maybe I should just wear something simple,” she said, disappointed. “A nice white dress from a department store or something.”

“On your wedding day?” I sat down beside her, my knees protesting. “Absolutely not.”

“But Grandma, we can’t afford these prices. And nothing feels right anyway.” She looked up at me, her eyes red. “Maybe I’m being too picky.”

“Or maybe,” I said slowly, an idea forming, “none of these are right because they’re not made for you specifically.”

“What do you mean?”

I took her hands in mine. “Let me make your dress. Let me sew it myself. It’ll be my gift to you.”

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Her eyes went wide. “Grandma, that’s too much. You can’t…”

“I can and I will.” I squeezed her fingers. “I may not have much money to give you, sweetheart. But I can give you this. Something made with love. Something that’s truly yours.”

She stared at me for a long moment, then tears spilled down her cheeks. “It would mean more to me than any dress in the world.”

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