My MIL Told the Women in Her Family to Wear White to My Wedding — She Expected Me to Break, but My Speech Stunned Everyone

On my wedding day, just minutes before the ceremony, Daniel squeezed my hand as the church filled with guests. I thought the worst was behind us — until his mother walked in with her sisters and nieces, all six of them wearing bridal-white dresses. That’s when I knew I had a choice to make.

I was genuinely standing on the best possible starting line: my wedding day.

The man waiting for me at the other end was Daniel, the human equivalent of a warm hug and a perfect sunrise, all rolled into one impossibly kind package.

He was the perfect opposite of every bad decision I’d dated before him.

But unfortunately, his mother, Margaret, was a nightmare.

Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t outright mean to me. No… Margaret was all smiles, backhanded compliments, and sugar-coated venom.

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