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

Then I stood and went downstairs.

Earlier that morning, the house had felt full in the best and worst ways.

The scent of toasted bagels mixed with perfume and hairspray. Relatives I hadn’t seen in years drifted through the living room holding paper cups of orange juice, offering congratulations that landed somewhere between genuine and obligatory.

Someone had music playing softly from a phone balanced on the counter, and every few minutes a woman’s voice floated down the hallway asking if anyone had seen her shoes.

My soon-to-be groom, Daniel, stood near the coffee pot, listening patiently as my Aunt Sheryl talked about how proud everyone would have been to see me settled down again.

“I’m just glad to be here,” he said, smiling politely.

That was Daniel. He never tried to take up more space than was offered.

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