Five years after my dad’s tragic death, my mom found love again with Greg, a kind man who adored her. At 18, I eagerly helped plan their wedding, thrilled to see her happy. But Aunt Dana, Mom’s jealous younger sister, was less enthusiastic, sending snide texts about Mom’s remarriage and white dress. Her passive-aggressive comments escalated at a family brunch, prompting me to save her messages as a precaution. On the wedding day, Dana arrived in a
bridal-white gown, stealing attention and dimming Mom’s joy. Determined to protect her, I subtly moved Dana’s seat to the chaotic kids’ table by the DJ booth. Furious but unable to make a scene, Dana endured the toddler chaos before storming out, her dress snagging on a sticky chair. The wedding continued joyfully, and Dana was absent from the photos. She later apologized, but I kept screenshots and pictures, ready to guard Mom’s happiness again if needed.
