Then I heard Alice’s voice.
It drifted through the thin fitting room walls. “She’s a nice girl, but…”
My heart sank. “But” was never a good sign.
“She announced her engagement just days ago, and now everyone’s forgotten about my proposal!” Alice’s voice dropped, but I could still hear every word.
“That was supposed to be my moment! I won’t let her outshine my wedding.”
I froze, the zipper of the dress halfway up.
Outshine her? Bryan’s happiness is all I cared about.
How could she see me as a competition?
Deciding to act like nothing had happened, I stepped out and pretended to browse. That’s when I saw it! The dress.
Simple yet stunning, it was everything I’d imagined.
I reached out, but just as my fingers brushed the fabric, another hand appeared. Alice’s hand.
“Oh no, you don’t,” she said with a laugh.
“I saw it first,” I replied, gripping the hanger tighter.
“I think you’ll find I did,” Alice shot back, tugging at the dress.
The tug-of-war began. Women around us stopped to watch as we wrestled over the gown like it was the last life raft on a sinking ship.
“Let go!” I hissed, yanking harder.
“You let go!” Alice retorted, pulling with surprising strength.
Then, with a loud “rrriiiip,” the dress tore straight down the middle.
The room went silent except for the collective gasp of the onlookers. Alice and I stood frozen, each holding half of the ruined dress.
“Well,” she said finally, “I guess we’re even now.”
***
Bryan’s face paled when I told him what had happened. “You tore the dress?
Together? How does that even happen?”
“It’s not the dress,” I said sharply. “It’s what she said.”
My voice trembled, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.
“Alice doesn’t even care about us. She thinks I’m stealing her moment!”
Bryan ran a hand through his hair, clearly torn. “Maya, you might’ve misunderstood.
Mom isn’t like that.”
“Misunderstood? I heard her, Bryan. Every word.”
The argument spiraled.
He wanted to play peacemaker, but I was done. Hurt and exhausted, I took off the engagement ring and placed it gently on the kitchen counter.
“I can’t do this right now,” I said, grabbing my coat. “I’m going back to New York.”
“Maya, wait.
Don’t go. Let’s talk about this.”
But I shook my head. “I need space.”
Stepping out into the snowy driveway, I realized how quickly the storm had worsened.
No taxis were running, and my phone had no service. I felt trapped, stuck in that town.
Alice appeared in the doorway. “Maya, I’ll drive you.”
The last thing I wanted was to spend more time with her, but I didn’t have another option.
Reluctantly, I climbed into her car.
We drove in silence for a while, the tires crunching over fresh snow. But then, instead of heading to the airport, Alice pulled into the parking lot of a small workshop. I frowned, glancing at her as she turned off the engine.
“This isn’t the airport,” I said.
“Just come inside, Maya.
Please.”
I unbuckled my seatbelt and followed her into the building. The smell of fabric and the soft hum of sewing machines filled the air. Then, I saw it.
There, on a mannequin, was the dress.
The very one we’d ruined, now repaired and adorned with delicate embellishments—tiny beads that shimmered like morning dew and intricate lace added to the sleeves. My breath caught.
“It’s… it’s perfect,” I whispered, taking a hesitant step closer.
Alice stood behind me, her hands clasped nervously. “I asked them to fix it.
And to add a few touches. I thought… well, I thought it might be something you’d still want.”
I turned to her. “Alice, why would you do this?”
“Because I owe you an apology, Maya.
I let my insecurities and selfishness get in the way. This wedding, this whole idea of perfection blinded me. I was so afraid of losing my happiness again that I forgot to make space for anyone else’s.”
“You didn’t have to go this far to make it right.”
“Yes, I did,” she said firmly.
Her voice softened. “You’re going to be a part of this family, and I don’t want our relationship to start on the wrong foot. You’re good for Bryan, Maya.
I see that now.”
For the first time, her words felt genuine, and something inside me eased. I reached out, touching the soft fabric of the dress.
“Thank you, Alice. This means… it means a lot.”
A small smile played on her lips.
“I’m just glad it turned out okay. And you’ll look stunning in it.”
I laughed. “We’ll see if I even fit into it after all the stress-eating this week.”
Alice chuckled.
It felt like the first true step toward understanding each other.
When we got back to the house, the tension had melted. We talked late into the night, and Alice suggested something unexpected.
“Why not share the day? Two families becoming one.
Isn’t that what this is all about?”
It felt right. Bryan’s face lit up when we told him, and we toasted to a new beginning. That night, I realized perfection wasn’t about venues or dresses.
It was about the people who shared the moments with you.
Alice and I became family. And that was the greatest gift of all.
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