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

Someone pulled the bodice stitches out and poured red wine down the skirt.”

Clara’s eyes flicked — just once — toward the stairs.

“Don’t,” I said. “I’m not asking. I’m telling you I know it was you.”

She scoffed.

“That is a serious accusation.”

“It’s a serious thing you did. And you didn’t even clean up after yourself.”

Her nostrils flared.

“The pinot from last night?” I said. “The one Daniel put away?”

I took one step closer.

“It’s still capped in the kitchen.

But there’s an empty bottle in your bathroom trash — and that stain is the same deep burgundy.”

Clara’s mouth opened. Nothing came out.

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