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

I stood behind her, our reflections side by side. “You make it beautiful, sweetheart.”

She turned and hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe. “Thank you. For everything. For raising me. For loving me. For this.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” I whispered. “You’re the greatest gift I ever received.”

The week before the wedding, I worked late into the night. My back ached and my fingers cramped. But I didn’t stop until the last pearl was sewn.

When I finally stepped back and looked at the finished gown hanging in my spare room, I felt something close to peace. Emily’s parents couldn’t be here. But this dress was my promise to them. Tears of joy cascaded down my cheeks as I whispered, “See? I kept her safe. I helped her grow. She’s going to be so happy.”

A beautiful wedding gown | Source: Unsplash

The morning of the wedding arrived bright and clear. Our house exploded with joy. Bridesmaids rushed around with curling irons and makeup bags. The photographer arrived early, snapping candid shots. Flowers filled every available surface.

Emily sat at the kitchen table in her robe, practicing her vows under her breath.

“You nervous?” I asked, setting a cup of tea in front of her.

“Terrified,” she admitted. “But in a good way. Does that make sense?”

“Perfect sense.” I kissed the top of her head. “Your mother was nervous on her wedding day… just like you, sweetheart.”

She squeezed my hand. “I love you, Grandma.”

“I love you too, baby. Now go get ready. Your dress is waiting.”

She practically floated down the hallway toward the spare room. I heard her humming as she opened the door. Seconds later, she screamed.

“GRANDMA!”

I moved as fast as my old legs would carry me. When I reached the doorway, I stopped dead.

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