When Summer’s stepmom steals the wedding dress her late mother left for her, she refuses to let it slide. Betrayed by the one person who should have protected her, she hatches a plan… one that will ensure Lisa gets exactly what she deserves. After all, some things aren’t meant to be stolen.
My mom died when I was thirteen.
It wasn’t supposed to happen that way. One second, she was there, laughing, telling me to tie my shoelaces, humming in the kitchen while she made blueberry pie, and the next?
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She was gone.
It was sudden, cruel, and the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced.
But she was my best friend. And she left me something priceless.
Her wedding dress.
I still remember how she ran her fingers over the lace, her eyes soft as she placed it in my hands.
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For my beautiful daughter,
this is so that a part of me will always be with you on your special day.
-Mom
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I mean, I was thirteen. Marriage felt a million years away, but I treasured that dress like a relic. I kept it zipped up in its protective bag, untouched, waiting for the day I’d finally get to wear it.
And then, my dad met her.
Lisa.
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Lisa came into our lives like a whirlwind. She smiled too much and inserted herself into every conversation like she belonged with us. She made stupid comments about how I needed a “strong female figure” and how “a woman can’t grow up without a mother’s touch.”
Of course, I was polite. I tried to be happy for my dad. He had been so lonely, and I wanted him to find love again. Nobody would replace my mother in our lives, but we knew that she’d want us to be happy.
Except that Lisa didn’t just want to be my dad’s new wife. She wanted to erase my mom.
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The moment she moved in, things changed. She started redecorating. She started boxing up the few things of my mom’s that we left out. Eventually, my home stopped feeling like mine.
And then came the engagement.
Dad proposed to her after just a year of them being together. I didn’t want to say too much about it because they were adults. I figured that despite my issues with Lisa, maybe he saw something in her that made him ready for marriage.
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It was his life, his decision.
But when Lisa started planning the wedding, I should have known that she’d take it too far.
I just never expected this.
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I came home late one evening, stepping inside to the sound of laughter coming from my dad’s bedroom. Lisa’s voice? High and excited.
Another woman’s voice rang loud and clear.
Oh, goodness, I thought to myself.
It was Greta, Lisa’s sister.
Something felt off about the house. Like the entire energy was just… wrong.
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The door was cracked open just enough for me to see inside.
And when I did, my entire world stopped.
Lisa was wearing my mom’s wedding dress.
She twirled in front of the mirror, adjusting the lace sleeves, smoothing the beading like it belonged to her. Like it wasn’t a sacred piece of my mother’s memory.
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Her sister clapped.
“Oh, my God. It’s perfect, Lisa! It’s like it was made for you, honey! Wow!”
“What the hell are you doing?!” I exclaimed, slamming the door open.
Lisa gasped, spinning toward me.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she said. “I didn’t think you’d be home yet!”
“Take. It. Off. Now!”
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My entire body shook with rage.
She sighed, like I was a child throwing a tantrum.
“I was just trying it on. No big deal,” she said.
“No big deal?!” My voice cracked. “That dress was for me! My mom left it for me! It’s not yours!”
Lisa’s expression shifted. Her smile turned patronizing.
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“Honey, it’s just a dress,” she said, sighing. “Besides, your dad and I are getting married. Wouldn’t it be a beautiful way to honor your mother? Me wearing her dress to marry him? I think the symbolism is beautiful… don’t you?”
She smiled at me, her fake smile making me feel uneasy.
“That’s a lovely way of looking at it,” Greta chimed in.
I saw red. This wasn’t a symbol of anything other than disrespect.
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I turned to my dad, who had just walked in, briefcase in hand.
He was my last hope.
“Dad. Say something. This isn’t okay!”
His jaw tightened. His shoulders stiffened.
For a brief second, I saw hesitation in his eyes. A flicker of discomfort, of guilt.
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But then Lisa looped her arm through his, smiling up at him like she already knew he wouldn’t fight her on this.
And just like that, he caved.
Lisa tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with triumph.
“Your dad thinks it’s a wonderful idea.”
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Something inside me snapped. I knew, right then, that I had lost him.
I could have cried that night. I could have screamed, shouted, or even eaten my feelings…
But I didn’t.
Instead, I sat in my dark room, laptop open, scrolling through article after article, fingers shaking over the keyboard.
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How to weaken fabric?
How to ruin lace without visible damage?
How to make a dress fall apart?
My search history looked unhinged. But I didn’t care.
The first few articles were useless—staining techniques, how to stretch fabric.
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“That’s not what I need,” I muttered to the screen. “Give me something good.”
And then, I found something promising.
Soaking fabric in water and letting it dry weakens the fibers. Repeating the process multiple times makes delicate material brittle.
My breath hitched.
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It was perfect.
Not noticeable at first glance. Not immediate. But the moment Lisa moved too much? The seams would start to split.
The fabric would tear.
I read everything I could. Textile experiments, bridal forums, costume designers explaining fabric care. By the time the sun started creeping through my curtains, I had a plan.
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Lisa was going to walk down that aisle in a dress that wasn’t my mother’s… and she was going to humiliate herself while doing it.
When the morning rolled around, I stood in the kitchen, adding toppings on bagels.
I swallowed my fury and played the part of the mature stepdaughter. I pretended that I had accepted it.
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“I’m okay with it, Lisa,” I said, cutting into an avocado. “I thought about it, and I guess your reasoning does make sense.”
“Really?” she asked, taken by surprise.
“Yes,” I said. “Here’s some breakfast, if you want.”
“I’ll have some coffee, and then can we try the dress on again?” she asked.
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I nodded.
I helped Lisa try on the dress again, nodding as she asked if it looked good.
“Oh, it’s perfect,” I murmured, straightening the lace on her sleeve. “We have a few days before the wedding. I’ll have it steamed so that it’s pristine for the ceremony, okay?”
Lisa beamed.
“See? I knew you’d come around! So, the dress is in your hands?”
I nodded.
She had no idea what I was about to do.
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The bell above the thrift store door jingled as Willow and I stepped inside. The place smelled like old fabric and dust, racks of dresses packed so tightly together that the lace and tulle tangled.
I swallowed hard.
I hadn’t been in a place like this since Mom took me shopping for a school dance dress years ago. Back when she had run her fingers over fabrics, teaching me the difference between chiffon and organza like it was the most important lesson in the world.
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Back when she was still here.
Willow nudged me.
“Are we looking for anything specific or just hoping the universe provides?”
I hesitated.
Then I exhaled, gripping the list I had scrawled in my notes app at 2 a.m.
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“Long sleeves. Lace. Beading. Something that looks expensive but isn’t.”
She blinked.
“That’s quite specific, Sum,” she said.
I didn’t answer. I just ran my hand over a nearby dress, cheap polyester rough under my fingers.
Willow sighed.
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“Summer, talk to me.”
I swallowed, my throat tight.
“I just… I really thought my dad would stand up for Mom. And preserve her memory…” My voice wavered, but I forced myself to keep going. “She told him. She wrote it down. That dress was meant for me. And he just stood there and let Lisa…” My hands clenched the fabric. “Let her steal it.”
“I know.” Willow’s eyes softened.
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I shook my head, my breath shaky.
“It’s like she’s trying to erase my mom. And he’s letting her.”
Willow grabbed my hand, squeezing it tight.
“She can’t erase your mom, Summer. She can try, but Lisa will never be her.”
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I nodded, biting my lip so hard it hurt. Then I exhaled and squared my shoulders.
“Come on,” I muttered, moving toward another rack of dresses. “Let’s find Lisa something worthy of her.”
That night, after dinner, everyone went off in their own directions. And when the house fell asleep, I made the switch.
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My mother’s dress stayed locked away in my room. The cheap replica that Willow and I had found took its place.
The cheap replica that was about to be soaked, dried, and weakened over the next few nights.
Lisa had absolutely no idea. She thought that I was being sweet. Dutiful.
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The morning of the wedding, guests filled the venue. Lisa beamed as she slipped into the fake dress, blissfully unaware.
“You did such a good job with steaming this dress, Summer,” she said. “Now, hand me my bouquet, and let’s go on our way! Your father is waiting for us at the end of the aisle.”
Being one of the bridesmaids, I walked down the aisle first. I locked eyes with my father for a brief moment before looking away.
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When had he become a stranger? I thought to myself.
The music began, and Lisa started to walk down the aisle.
I stood there, watching her.
Lisa made her grand entrance, smug as ever. She practically floated down the aisle, her veil trailing behind her, her hands clutching my dad’s like she’d won some twisted game.
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And just as she reached him…
Rip.
A gasp echoed through the room.
The fabric at her side split clean open.
Lisa froze.
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Then, as she moved to cover herself with her hand, there was another rip.
One sleeve tore, the lace unraveling like a cheap costume. Beads started popping off, skittering across the floor like tiny white lies coming undone.
I had soaked the thrift store dress in water and let it dry overnight, weakening the fabric just enough. I had done that every night leading up to the wedding.
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The moment Lisa moved too much, it was bound to disintegrate. Just like now…
“What’s happening?!” Lisa shrieked.
I stepped forward, arms crossed.
“I guess that’s what happens when you wear something old…”
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“Your mother’s dress?! Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you warn me that we needed a lining or something?”
“Oh, Lisa. That’s not my mom’s dress.”
Her head snapped toward me, face burning red.
“What did you do?” she bellowed.
“I wouldn’t trust you with something that precious, Lisa. So, I got you a little… replacement.”
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The entire venue fell into stunned silence. My dad looked mortified. Guests exchanged murmurs, watching as Lisa clutched at the falling-apart dress. Children giggled behind their hands. Lisa’s perfect moment was coming undone.
And me?
I walked out of that ceremony with my head held high.
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Lisa refused to speak to me after that.
My dad? Oh, he was furious. But I told him the truth.
“You actually allowed her to wear Mom’s dress?” I said. “Even after you knew that Mom left it for me? I had to do something! You gave me no choice!”
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“I’m sorry, Summer,” he said. “She bulldozed her way into it. It was my fault. I was looking at your mom’s wedding dress… I was feeling nostalgic. And Lisa walked in on that moment. She wanted the dress the moment she saw it.”
“And you didn’t stop her? You didn’t help her see sense?”
My dad shook his head.
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In the end, their wedding happened. Sure, it wasn’t as planned. No big ceremony. No grand dress. Just them, at a courthouse, in silence. I didn’t even go.
And my mom’s dress?
It’s still mine.
Waiting for the day I wear it. I may add an extra layer of lining now that I know my way around wedding dresses and preserving them.
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What would you have done?
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Woman Opens Her Door and Sees Crying Little Girl Who Claims Her Mom Is in the House — Story of the Day
A young woman’s impulse to help a grieving little girl ended up turning her life around and bringing her happiness.
How many of us can claim that destiny came knocking on our door? Yet that is what happened to Anna Uriel. In Anna’s case, destiny took the shape of a little girl with big brown eyes, her hair in a braid.
Anna answered the doorbell and found herself staring down at a little girl no more than six years old in a pretty gingham dress. “Hi sweetheart,” she said gently. “I think you have the wrong house.”
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The girl shook her head. “No, this is my mommy’s house. Please can you call her?”
“I’m sorry, hun,” Anna said. “I’m the only person who lives here.”
The child started crying. “Please, please! I need my mommy!”
“Hun, where is you daddy?” asked Anna.
“He’s at home. He says mommy’s gone forever, but I know it isn’t true. She’s here!” the girl sobbed.
Anna crouched down and looked the little girl in the eye. “Sweetie, I promise you your mommy’s not here. How about I give you some warm milk and cookies and I take you home to your daddy?”
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The girl looked up at Anna sadly. “Okay,” she whispered.
Anna turned to lead the girl into the house, but when she looked around again she was gone. Had it all been a dream? Anna walked next door and knocked on Mrs. Freman’s door.
She told Mrs. Freman about the mysterious little girl. “She vanished so quickly I almost felt it had all been a dream!” Anna concluded.
Mrs. Freman poured Anna some tea. “Your house used to belong to a little family. They had a little girl. Nice people. But the mother became very ill and after she passed away her husband sold the house. That must be the child.”
“Poor thing!” Anna sighed. “To lose her mother so young!”
“I can’t remember their name…” Mrs. Freman said. “It’s my memory…But the little girl… Her name was Cassie!”
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“Cassie,” Anna said. “If she comes back, I’ll call the police, take her home. She’s much too young to be wandering the streets alone.” But Cassie didn’t come back and Anna’s life continued as planned.
Anna had always believed in making plans. She’d planned to marry at 25 and to become a mother at 28, but for four years she and her husband had tried to conceive, and still there was no baby.
After a lot of painful treatments, Anna became pregnant, but sadly, she lost her baby when he was only a month old. The doctors told her her chances of having another were slim to none.
Her husband told her quite frankly that being childless was not in his plans, and he didn’t want to adopt. He walked out and left Anna devastated and alone with her shattered dreams.
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So Anna could understand Cassie’s pain, the empty place in her life and in her arms where her baby should be. Anna knew how hard it is to let go. She hoped Cassie would come back, but months went by without a visit.
Then one winter evening, there was a knock on her door. There in the doorway stood Cassie huddled in a winter coat, tears freezing on her little cheeks. “Please, lady, I really need my mommy. Daddy’s on the floor and I can’t wake him up. Please, please call my mommy!”
Anna was horrified. She grabbed her coat and her purse. “Honey, Cassie, right? Can you show me where your daddy is?”
Destiny can bring happiness to our door when we least expect it.
The child smiled radially up at Anna. “I knew you’d remember me, mommy! Come!” and she tugged urgently on Anna’s hand and led her to an apartment building three blocks away.
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Anna found the front door open, and lying in the middle of a squalid room was an unconscious man. She tried to shake him awake. He stank of alcohol! She dragged him off the floor and onto the couch and walked into the kitchen. It was a disgrace.
Anna set a pot of coffee brewing and started to clean up. Cassie followed her. “Mommy, are you going to make cookies? I’ve missed your cookies!”
“Cassie, I’m not your mommy, but I’ll make you some cookies,” Anna told the little girl. Over the next hour, Anna restored some much-needed order to the apartment and popped a tray of cookies into the oven.
Soon the delicious aroma of cookies and coffee filled the house. Anna filled a mug with coffee and went back to the man. She shook him. “Wake up!” she ordered, “Your daughter needs you!”
The man opened swollen eyes and for a moment his face reflected a dawning hope. “Bess?” he whispered.
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“I’m Anna, and your daughter came knocking on my door looking for her mother.” Anna’s voice was harsh. “She needs her father, so sober up and pull yourself together!”
The man struggled up off the couch. “I don’t need you or your help! Get out”
“I’m not here for you, you fool. I’m here for Cassie.” Anna snapped. “And remember, while you were here wallowing in self-pity she was knocking on a stranger’s door.”
Anna kissed Cassie goodbye and walked out. She never imagined she’d see Cassie or her awful dad ever again, but a week later, there was a knock on her door. A tall handsome man was standing there.
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“Hi,” he said nervously. “I wanted to thank you and to apologize…”
“I’m sorry,” Anna said bewildered. “Who are you?”
The man blushed. “I’m Jeffrey, Cassie’s dad. I wanted to thank you for what you did for Cassie — and for me. I was so lost in my grief I didn’t realize what Cassie was going through.”
Anna smiled. “It’s okay, I know how hard it is to pull through those dark days.”
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Jeffrey looked into Anna’s sad eyes. “You lost someone too?”
“My son,” Anna whispered, tears in her eyes. “After he died, my husband left…”
From then on, Anna started visiting Cassie and Jeffrey and the three of them helped each other through their grief. One day, Anna and Jeffrey discovered they were in love — Cassie already knew — and they got married.
Two years later, Anna was blessed by an unexpected miracle. She discovered she was pregnant and she and Jeffrey welcomed a beautiful, healthy baby boy. Cassie became the proudest big sister in the world.
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What can we learn from this story?
- Destiny can bring happiness to our door when we least expect it. Anna was sad and lonely until Cassie knocked on her door looking for her mother.
- Sometimes a wake-up call can turn a life around. Anna’s visit showed Jeffrey he had to stop grieving and focus on his daughter.
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