Five minutes before I was set to walk down the aisle, I saw that Miranda’s reputation was in tatters, internet warriors having ripped her behavior apart. “Mom,” I said, turning to her as she stood in the doorway. “I’m so sorry about this.
All of this. I know how excited you were earlier.”
My mother smiled sadly, her eyes showed happiness, but her smile didn’t quite reach it. “It’s fine, love,” she said, brushing my hair aside.
“I should have known that it would be a prank because you would have told me otherwise. Come on, let’s get you married, Nicole.”
She handed me my bouquet. My mother proudly walked me down the aisle, her eyes brimming as she handed me over to Peter, who hugged her tightly.
Thankfully, our wedding went off without any issues because all Miranda managed to do was get a hold of my mother. Anna had taken care of everything else. While Peter and I were on our honeymoon, things got even better.
I began to receive numerous offers from other wedding planners who wanted to help us celebrate our special day the right way, free of charge. “You did say that Miranda was a disgrace to the wedding planning industry,” Peter joked as we sipped cocktails at the beach. “Well, everyone is trying to prove that they’re better than her,” I said.
“I’m sorry, but I am not going through the drama of another wedding,” my husband said, yawning. “Neither am I,” I admitted. “But I do think that I’m going to take up the offer.
My mother deserves the wedding of her dreams. And she was ready for it. We just need to tell Anthony.”
Peter chuckled but quickly grew serious when he saw my face.
I was determined to do this, as a surprise for my mother. So, I secretly worked with a new wedding planner. We planned everything exactly the way she wanted.
From her favorite flowers to the dream cake she wanted, right to the wedding dress she had her eye on. On the day of the surprise, we gathered at the venue, under the pretense that it was my in-law’s anniversary party. My mother arrived in tears, stunned and overwhelmed when she realized what was happening.
“This is for you,” I said, as I helped her change into her wedding dress. “It’s all for you.”
My mother sniffed and nodded. She was finally able to have her moment.
And in doing so, our bond was only made stronger. What would you have done?
