My Son’s Fiancée Asked Me Not to Wear Blue to Their Wedding – Then I Saw What Her Mother Was Wearing
“Grant,” she warned.
He ignored her.
“I knew about the blue dresses.”
I blinked.
Vanessa’s mother stopped smiling.
Grant continued.
“I found out three days ago.”
I stared at him.
“Then why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because Vanessa promised me she’d fix it.”
Vanessa shook her head.
“That is not what happened.”
Grant let out a short laugh.
It held no humor.
“You told my mother blue was part of the wedding palette. You made her buy another dress. Then your mother and your aunts showed up in blue because you decided blue meant family.”
Vanessa’s mother folded her arms.
“It was a tradition.”
“No,” Grant replied. “It became a tradition last month.”
A few people shifted in their seats.
Vanessa looked around the room.
“This is ridiculous.”
Grant’s jaw tightened.
“I saw the group messages.”
That landed hard.
Vanessa went pale.
Her mother turned toward her.
