But then… Emma.
Just before the ceremony, she entered the bridal suite, holding a small white box.
“It’s time,” she whispered. “Let’s show them.”
As I walked down the aisle, eyes scanned me—some admiring, some judging. But I kept my head high.
Then the officiant paused.
“Before we begin,” he said, “Emma has something she’d like to share.”
Emma stepped forward, more confident than I’d ever seen her. “Before my mom says her vows,” she began, “I want you to know what she’s wearing isn’t just any dress.”
