As she stood there, Anita’s father approached her with a warm smile. “Thank you for honoring our traditions by wearing white. It means a lot to us,” he said.
Margaret blinked in surprise. “I… I didn’t realize. I thought…” She trailed off, embarrassment washing over her.
“In our culture, white symbolizes purity and new beginnings at
weddings,” he explained kindly. “You look beautiful.”
Relief washed over Margaret as she realized she hadn’t been set up after all. Anita had genuinely wanted to include her, to honor her place in the family.
As the evening unfolded, Margaret found herself relaxing and even enjoying the celebration. Later, during the reception, she approached Anita.
“Can we talk?” Margaret asked, her voice slightly shaky.
“Of course,” Anita replied, leading her to a quieter spot.
Margaret took a deep breath. “I misjudged you about the
dress. I let my fears get the best of me. Thank you for making me feel special.”
Anita smiled and took Margaret’s hand. “You wore the dress despite your doubts, and that means a lot. We both want what’s best for James. Maybe we can start fresh.”
