“It’s… it’s perfect,” I whispered, taking a hesitant step closer.
Alice stood behind me, her hands clasped nervously. “I asked them to fix it.
And to add a few touches. I thought… well, I thought it might be something you’d still want.”
I turned to her. “Alice, why would you do this?”
“Because I owe you an apology, Maya.
I let my insecurities and selfishness get in the way. This wedding, this whole idea of perfection blinded me. I was so afraid of losing my happiness again that I forgot to make space for anyone else’s.”
“You didn’t have to go this far to make it right.”
“Yes, I did,” she said firmly.
Her voice softened. “You’re going to be a part of this family, and I don’t want our relationship to start on the wrong foot. You’re good for Bryan, Maya.
I see that now.”
For the first time, her words felt genuine, and something inside me eased. I reached out, touching the soft fabric of the dress.
“Thank you, Alice. This means… it means a lot.”
A small smile played on her lips.
“I’m just glad it turned out okay. And you’ll look stunning in it.”
I laughed. “We’ll see if I even fit into it after all the stress-eating this week.”
Alice chuckled.
It felt like the first true step toward understanding each other.
When we got back to the house, the tension had melted. We talked late into the night, and Alice suggested something unexpected.
“Why not share the day? Two families becoming one.
Isn’t that what this is all about?”
It felt right. Bryan’s face lit up when we told him, and we toasted to a new beginning. That night, I realized perfection wasn’t about venues or dresses.
It was about the people who shared the moments with you.
Alice and I became family. And that was the greatest gift of all.
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