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

“But don’t worry,” I quickly reassured them, my tone sweet as sugar.

“I’m not upset. Not at all. And I want to tell you why.”

I glanced over at Daniel, whose furious frown had transformed into the widest, most delighted grin I had ever seen.

I turned back to the microphone and leaned in, my voice confidential and final.

“Because honestly,” I finished, the words slow and clear, “even if 600 more women walked into this church right now, wearing the most expensive, over-the-top wedding gowns they could find…

everyone here would still know exactly who the bride is.”

The room erupted. It was a huge, roaring wave of cheering, clapping, and whistling.

Margaret’s face went from smugness to a mask of pure, wounded fury. She had tried to overshadow me, and I had used her own arrogance to make her look completely ridiculous.

I finished with a soft, warm voice.

“So thank you, ladies, truly. I’m so glad you could make it. This day wouldn’t be nearly as memorable without you.”

I put the microphone down, turned around, and walked straight into Daniel’s open arms.

He crushed me, lifting me off the ground.

“That,” he whispered fiercely into my ear, “was legendary. My bride, the champion.”

For the rest of the night, Margaret and her “white brigade” stayed huddled together at their table like expensive, shamed statues. They didn’t mingle and didn’t make eye contact.

The wedding ended up being beautiful.

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