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

Lily made a sound behind me — sharp, broken — and I turned to pull her into my arms.

“Are you mad at me?” she choked out.

“No, baby,” I said, holding her face in my hands. “I’m mad at the person who did this.”

And I already knew exactly who.

That seemed to satisfy her. She nodded and stood, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand before heading toward the kitchen.

I stayed where I was a moment longer, breathing through the knot in my chest.

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