“Well,” the photographer said cheerfully, “that’s a first.”
The photographer turned back to Dylan and Sarah.
I couldn’t contain my grin as I watched him snapping photos of just the bride and groom, radiant in the spotlight, with no photobomb, no ego, and no drama in white trying to steal the frame.
Later, I was standing nearby when Linda’s sister and aunt caught up to her near the buffet.
“A white dress again?” Linda’s sister said. “Really?”
“Two weddings, same stunt?” Linda’s aunt sighed.
“When will you learn, Linny?”
And that’s when Linda lost it.
She slung her purse over her shoulder, tossed her curls, and snapped, “I don’t have to stay where I’m not appreciated!”
She whirled around, chin held high, and stormed out in a cloud of lace, perfume, and ego.
“Did she just…” Sarah started.
“Yep,” I said.
“She just left her own son’s wedding because someone called her out for wearing white.”
The rest of the wedding went off without a hitch.
Weeks later, Sarah video-called me with news that the wedding photos had arrived.
“You know what?” Sarah said, looking at the photos.
“I think this turned out better than I could have imagined.”
As for Linda?
Well, let’s just say we were all very curious about what she’d wear to the next family wedding.
My money is on white again, because some people never learn.
Source: amomama
