Everything was perfect on my wedding day. The church was beautifully decorated, the guests were smiling and I was ready to experience one of the happiest moments of my life. But everything changed when I realized that my mother, Adele, was not in attendance.
My mother and I always had a very special bond. As an only child, we were inseparable, and she dreamed of my wedding as much as I did. Together we picked out the dress, the cake, the decorations and even cried when choosing the song for the father-daughter dance.
On the big day, as my father walked me down the aisle, I noticed something strange. I looked into the faces of the guests searching for Mom, but couldn’t find her. “Dad,” I whispered, “where’s Mom?” He looked confused. “She should be here,” he replied.
I stopped abruptly in the aisle, interrupting the ceremony. All eyes turned to me as I said, my voice trembling, “We can’t go on. My mother is missing.”
My brothers and father immediately went out to look for her. The church fell silent, broken only by the worried murmurs of the guests. I paced back and forth, my heart shrinking. Mom would never miss my wedding for the world.
Almost an hour later, the church doors burst open. Mom staggered in, her hair disheveled, her makeup smeared and her gold dress completely wrinkled. “Mom!” I ran to her. “What happened, where were you?”
Before she could answer, her eyes locked on someone sitting in the front row. Her face hardened with fury. “YOU!” she shouted, pointing a trembling finger.
I followed her gaze and, to my surprise, saw my future mother-in-law, Grace, cowering in her seat. “Mom, what’s going on?” I asked, puzzled.
Mom turned to me and said, in a shaky voice, “She locked me in a closet! All because I was wearing a gold dress. She said no one should shine brighter than she did.”
The church was filled with murmurs of astonishment. Fabian, my fiancé, stepped forward, his face rigid with anger. “Mama, is it true?”
Grace tried to justify herself, but her words came out shaky. “I…I just thought I was trying to get attention…”
Fabian interrupted her, his voice firm, “You ruined the most important day of my and Bella’s life. I want you to leave. Now.”
Grace stormed off, snorting with indignation, and gradually the atmosphere began to calm down. My father suggested we resume the ceremony, and I agreed.
Fabian squeezed my hand. “I’m so sorry about this.” I smiled at him, trying to hide the pain. “It’s not your fault. Now let’s focus on what’s important.”
When we finally exchanged our vows, I felt a surge of relief. Despite the drama, we were married and ready to start our new life together.
In the end, my mother, ever resilient, managed to enjoy the reception. As we danced, she said to me, “Honey, despite everything, it was a beautiful day. And most importantly: you found someone who really loves you.”
I nodded, taking her hand. “And I will always love you, Mom.”
The night ended with laughter and dancing, and although the day hadn’t been perfect, it was unforgettable. After all, in love and in life, it is the imperfections that make everything special.
This story is a work of fiction inspired by creative events and is purely for narrative purposes.