When Peter and I got engaged, I promised myself the wedding planning would be smooth. Growing up, I never dreamed about weddings, but I knew I’d need my mom’s guidance.
My parents never married; my dad left when Mom was pregnant. But she found happiness with Anthony, and I knew she dreamed of planning a wedding. As we shopped for dresses, she eagerly chose flowers and cake, but I eventually asked her to step back a bit.
On my wedding day, I was shocked to find my mom in a wedding dress. She beamed, saying she got a call that I wanted her to share the day. Confused, I asked who called. She said it was my planner, Anna.
I called Anna, who denied it but mentioned her boss, Miranda James—Peter’s ex. Peter and I confronted Miranda, who smirked, admitting she wanted to “surprise” us. Furious, I recorded a video exposing her.
Back at the church, I apologized to my mom, who took it in stride, handing me my bouquet. The wedding went smoothly, and the video ruined Miranda’s reputation.
On our honeymoon, wedding planners offered to redo our wedding for free. I declined but decided to surprise my mom with her dream wedding. We planned it secretly, and on the day, she arrived, stunned.
“This is for you,” I said, helping her into her dress. Our bond strengthened as she finally had her moment.
