When Jess and Michael get engaged, her cousin Sarah decided to sew her wedding dress for her as a gift. But during the final fitting, Jess discovers that the wedding dress is two sizes too small. Will Sarah fix her error, or will Jess have to take things into her own hands?
My cousin Sarah and I have always had a complicated relationship. She’s loud and bubbly, but also the type of person who craves the spotlight. And because of that, our entire family gave her the attention she wanted. It made more sense to shine the spotlight on Sarah, rather than ourselves.
When Michael and I got engaged after being together for four years, my whole family seemed genuinely excited for me.
Sarah even got all of our girl cousins together, along with my best friends, for a night out. Ending in an Airbnb where we continued the party, because I was the first of us to get engaged.
During that night out, Sarah came up to me, a glass of champagne in her hand.
“Jess! I have a great idea!” she said.
“What?” I asked. “What do you want to do?”
“I want to make your wedding dress for you!” she exclaimed, swaying to the music as she spoke.
Now, Sarah is a brilliant seamstress, and she’s made some incredible outfits in her young career so far. Despite our complicated relationship, the thought of Sarah making a dress for me was actually a lovely idea.
“Really? You’d do that for me?” I asked, touched by the gesture.
“Of course, Jess! It’ll be perfect!” she replied with a smile that seemed nothing but sincere at the time.
We Adopted a 3 Year Old Boy, When My Husband Went to Bathe Him for the First Time, He Shouted, We Must Return Him
Years of infertility led us to adopt Sam, our cherished three-year-old with striking blue eyes. On our first night together, my husband Mark panicked while bathing him, yelling, “We have to return him!” Confused, I went to check, only to spot a familiar birthmark on Sam’s foot.
I later discovered the shocking truth: Sam was Mark’s biological son from a one-night affair years prior. Mark’s guilt surged when he recognized the birthmark, but he refused to address it directly. After confirming the connection with a DNA test, I decided to take action. I filed for divorce and full custody, knowing Sam deserved a stable, loving home.
Since then, Sam and I have built a joyful life together. Mark, distant by choice, occasionally sends cards, but Sam has thrived despite it all. When people ask if I regret staying that first night, I say no. Sam is my son, and choosing him was the best decision I ever made.
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