When Jess and Michael got engaged, her cousin Sarah offered to sew Jess’s wedding dress as a gift. It seemed like a generous gesture, but when Jess tried on the final version, she discovered the dress was two sizes too small. Would Sarah be willing to fix her mistake, or would Jess have to find another solution?
My relationship with Sarah has always been complex. She was loud, bubbly, and often craved the spotlight. Growing up, I became accustomed to remaining in the background while she took center stage.
When Michael and I got engaged after four wonderful years together, I was thrilled. For once, my family seemed genuinely excited for me. Even Sarah organized a girls’ night out with our cousins and friends to celebrate my engagement as the first in our family.
During the celebration, Sarah approached me with a glass of champagne, a big grin on her face.
“Jess! I have an amazing idea!” she exclaimed.
“What is it?” I asked, intrigued.
“I want to make your wedding dress for you!” she beamed, swaying slightly to the music.
Despite our complicated history, I was touched by her offer. Sarah was an incredibly talented seamstress, and I thought it would be a lovely way to make my wedding even more special.
“Really? You’d do that for me?” I asked, genuinely moved.
“Of course! It’ll be perfect!” she replied with enthusiasm.
That night felt magical, and I thought maybe Sarah and I were finally turning a corner in our relationship. We spent weeks poring over wedding magazines, selecting fabrics and designs. It felt like a fairy tale.
One day, I met Sarah at her studio for the final measurements before she began making the dress. She was meticulous, chatting happily about the design as she took my measurements.
“You’re going to look amazing,” she said confidently.
“I hope so. I’ve been really careful with my diet, and I’m finally happy with my weight. I just want to maintain it until the big day,” I replied.
“Trust me, you look great,” Sarah assured me. “If anything changes, just let me know, and we can do another fitting.”
I left feeling excited, eager to see the dress she would create. But when the day for the final fitting arrived, my excitement quickly turned to dread.
I stepped into the dress, but it wouldn’t zip up. It was far too small.
“Jess, have you gained weight before the wedding?” Sarah asked, her tone feigning concern.
My heart sank. We were just two weeks away from the wedding, and I suddenly had no dress.
“I haven’t gained any weight,” I protested. “If anything, I’ve lost some with all the stress.”
Sarah shrugged, unconcerned. “Well, I’ll try to fix it, but I have other clients with deadlines, too. I can’t promise anything.”
As I drove home, her words echoed in my mind. I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just a simple mistake. The smirk on her face and the tone of her voice made it clear; I suspected she had done this on purpose.
That evening, I vented to Michael about the situation.
“Show me the dress,” he suggested.
“No! It’s bad luck for you to see it before the wedding!” I exclaimed.
He chuckled. “Well, why don’t you take it to Mrs. Lawson? She’s a friend of my mom’s, and she’s worked miracles with alterations. Maybe she can help.”
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