My Daughter Knit My Wedding Dress – Just Hours Before the Ceremony, I Found It Ruined and Knew Exactly Who Did It

Clara’s composure finally cracked.

“I was protecting my brother. That dress made this wedding look cheap.

You’re using that child as an anchor —”

The hallway went quiet.

Aunt Sheryl’s voice came from the doorway behind me — sharp as a snapped thread.

“Did you just say she poured wine on that little girl’s dress?”

Clara turned, cornered.

Aunt Sheryl stepped fully into the hall.

Clara straightened. “This is none of your business.”

“Oh, it is now,” Aunt Sheryl said. Then, without looking away from Clara, she called, “Daniel.

Come here. Right now.”

Daniel appeared at the end of the hall, confusion falling off his face the second he saw mine.

I didn’t soften my expression.

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