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

These were elegant, sparkling gowns that looked deliberately chosen to mimic mine.

Their hair and makeup were full glam, too. It looked like six extra brides had arrived!

The music stuttered, and the conversation died instantly as guests turned to stare at Margaret and her gang of phony brides.

I felt my heart slam against my ribs.

I thought I was having a stress-induced hallucination.

Then Margaret looked directly at me, gave me a tight little smile, and said something I’ll never forget.

“Oh, Emily, dear… I hope you don’t mind.

We all just thought white looked so fresh for a wedding.”

Her sisters chuckled. The nieces twirled slightly. They were practically basking in the public attention.

When Daniel saw them, his jaw tightened, and his face flooded with crimson.

He immediately started walking toward them.

He was about 12 paces away from throwing six people out of his wedding before the ceremony even began, when something inside me snapped.

I had been swallowing Margaret’s poison for three years. I’d bent over backwards to earn her respect before the engagement and put up with every slight since.

But enough was enough!

I stepped out and put a hand on Daniel’s arm just before he reached Margaret and her entourage.

“No,” I said quietly, meeting his furious gaze. “Let me handle this.”

He frowned.

“You shouldn’t have to. She’s my mother.”

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