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

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Our eyes met, and she didn’t look away. If anything, that wicked smile grew wider.

“Such a shame about the dress.” Margaret stood, smoothing her designer dress. “I suppose the wedding will have to be postponed.” She headed for the door, pausing beside me. “Emily deserves better than a homemade gown anyway. This is probably for the best.”

She swept past me, leaving the scent of expensive perfume in her wake.

Emily sobbed into the destroyed fabric, her face blotchy with tears. “The wedding is in three hours. What am I going to do?”

I stood there, my whole body shaking. “This wedding is happening. Today. In this dress.” I grabbed her shoulders. “Do you trust me?”

“Grandma, look at it. It’s ruined.”

“It’s damaged. There’s a difference.” I pulled her to her feet. “Now dry your eyes and help me.”

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I dragged my sewing machine out of the closet, the same one I’d used to create the dress. My hands moved on autopilot, cutting away the worst of the damage while salvaging what I could.

“Hand me that fabric,” I barked, pointing to my supply chest.

Emily moved fast, pulling out soft ivory cloth I’d kept stored away. I cut panels, fitted them into place, and covered the stains with fresh lace and delicate embroidery.

The bridesmaids appeared in the doorway, their faces pale. “What can we do?” one asked.

“Pick up those pearls,” I commanded. “Every single one.”

They dropped to their hands and knees, gathering the scattered beads while I worked. My fingers flew across the fabric, muscle memory taking over.

An hour passed. The clock ticked louder with each passing minute.

“Grandma, we’re running out of time,” Emily whispered.

“Then we work faster.”

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