When my daughter Jane’s wedding dress arrived, it wasn’t the ivory gown we had spent months planning—it was completely black. I was stunned, thinking there had to be some mistake. But Jane stayed calm and said, “I need to do this.”
On the wedding day, Jane walked down the aisle in the striking black dress. The guests were confused and whispering, but the real shock was on Jack’s face—her fiancé. His confident smile vanished, replaced by fear and guilt.
At the altar, Jane revealed why she wore black: she had discovered Jack’s betrayal just days before the wedding. With steady resolve, she told everyone that real love doesn’t betray, and she was burying her hopes in that black dress.Jack begged for forgiveness, but Jane refused to continue. She let her bouquet fall and walked away, leaving the stunned crowd behind.
Later, Jane confided in me that she hadn’t told anyone earlier because she knew people would say it was cold feet or just a mistake. But love, she said quietly, should never hurt like that.I held her close, proud of her strength. One day, she promised, she’d wear white again—for the right man, the right love.