The wedding day is supposed to be the best day of one’s life. Was mine? Well, most of the things that took place at my wedding were… questionable, let’s say.
Just three hours before the ceremony took place, my mother-in-law, Eleanor, threw a bucket of foul-smelling water on my wedding gown. She even placed a piece of paper inside the destroyed dress that read, “Know your place.”
My maid of honor, Tessa, was horrified, and insisted I call the security, just to make sure she won’t hurt me. My father was ang They both tried their best to cory and both him and Tessa tried to convince me to not step outside in the stained dress. Apparently, I’d be embarrassed if the guests see me wearing it, so one of the suggested getting a new dress, and the other thought I should call off the wedding. Well, I didn’t do any of it. Instead, I took a look of myself in the mirror. My hair and makeup were flawless, and though I found it strange, I wasn’t shaking, at all. So I decided to put the dress on because I had it enough of being dominated by Eleanor.
“I’m wearing it,” I told them.
This wasn’t the first time I was being treated like garbage. My ordeal lasted for two long years. All the wealthy Whitmore family did from the moment I stepped into their lives was humiliate me and treat me like a second-class citizen. To them, I was a charity case that didn’t belong in their world. And my future husband never really took my side. Whenever his mother made fun of me, he’d kiss my hand and say she acts like she does because she’s overly protective.
They all saw me as a stupid but fortunate girl who was about to marry into wealth.
I put on the stained dress, took my dad’s arm, and got ready to walk.
When I stepped into the church, the eyes of more than two hundred influential guests stared at me and my dress that had whatever Eleanor threw on it stretching from my chest to my waist.
Of course, Daniel was shocked, not surprisingly, though.
Eleanor wasn’t concerned that I’d ruin their image at the time. She had that annoying smile on her face because she was certain I;d eventually crumble under the pressure and leave the church crying.
As soon as I got to the altar, Daniel whispered, “What are you doing? Turn around!”
I just smiled at him as if I were a happily married bride. “Your mother forgot one thing,” I whispered. “I have the information that will ruin both of your lives.”