The wedding had been canceled, the money was seemingly gone, and the dress had spent three months untouched in a spare bedroom. Then the groom who never made it to the altar appeared at the door asking for it.
My daughter canceled her wedding four days before it was supposed to happen.
I found out while she was standing in my bedroom wearing the dress I’d paid almost $3,000 for.
“I can’t do it, Mom.”
I stared at her reflection in the mirror.
“What do you mean you can’t do it?”
“I can’t marry Daniel.”
“Did something happen? Did Daniel do something?”
“No.”
“Then what happened?”
She looked away.
“I can’t explain it.”
That made no sense to me.
“I know.”
“The venue. The flowers. The catering. Your dress. I paid for all of it.”
“I said I know!”
“Then tell me what happened.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“I’m sorry.”
She reached behind herself and started unzipping the dress.
“Fine.”
“What are you doing?”
She pulled it off, grabbed her clothes, and dressed as fast as she could.
Then she shoved the wedding dress into my arms.
“You paid for it, right? Then keep it.”
She stopped at the bedroom door.
“I’m not asking you to.”
Then she left.
For three months, we barely spoke.
The wedding dress stayed in its garment bag in my spare bedroom.
Then, one Saturday morning, someone knocked on my door.
“Hi. I need to get something.”
“What?”
He hesitated.
“The wedding dress.”
I actually laughed.
“You came here three months later for her wedding dress?”
“Why?”
“I just need it.”
When I refused, he followed me to the spare bedroom, where I pulled the garment bag from the door.
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