When my stepsister Jade called that Tuesday morning, I had no idea her request would lead to three of the most challenging weeks of my life—and a lesson I’ll never forget.
I was sitting on the couch, bouncing my four-month-old son Max on my lap, when her name appeared on my phone screen. We weren’t particularly close—raised in separate homes, connected more by family ties than friendship—but I answered anyway.
Her voice trembled. “Amelia, I need help. I’ve tried everything—stores, online shops, designers—and nothing works. I need six custom bridesmaid dresses, all different styles, and the wedding is in three weeks. I know how talented you are. Could you please help? I’ll pay you. I promise.”
That word—promise—stuck with me. My husband Rio had been working overtime, and with finances stretched thin, I saw this as both a blessing and a chance to build a bridge with Jade.
So, I said yes.
What followed was a blur of late nights, constant fittings, and endless fabric. Each bridesmaid had their own preferences—from modest to glamorous—and I tailored each dress from scratch. I turned my kitchen into a sewing studio, working with Max strapped to my chest, rocking him to sleep between stitches. Many nights, I was still working at 3 a.m., completely exhausted.
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