My Aunt Wore a White Dress to My Mom’s Wedding, so I Took It All Into My Own Hands

When my single mom and I were finally reunited after losing my dad, the whole world was ready to party except one person our mean Aunt Dana. She had carried this too far when she actually appeared in bridal-white at the wedding. She desired attention,… and I gave it her in the worst possible manner!
It is five years when Mom received a call that ruined our family.

Dad was struck because of driving on a wet road on the way home to work. He never even got to the hospital. He was away…

The hush which ensued our place of residence had the quality of eating up sound itself.

By then I was 13, and truth to be told? I considered that the silence would end our lives but mom rescued us.

She was only 35 years when she sucked pain into a ball of demeanor and brought me up revealing that kind of silent determination that makes you hope that there is a second life.

Yet five years she kept on her locks like armor– did not date, did not look at other men.

Recovery is a process, you see?

However, as I entered adulthood, I began to miss the woman she used to be, the one that would drag dad off the sofa to slow dance with her every time that the song Unbreakable would play on the playlist.

And so when she vacillated about getting take out once and I saw her fingering her chopsticks and then nodding and smiling, I knew things were not the same.

There was something the matter with you, I said. You were so much jovial of late. What’s up?”

I have someone I have been seeing, she said,” and her voice was shaking as though she did not feel herself justified to be happy again.

I almost swallowed my lo mein. “What? Who? When? How long?”

She laughed, and it was quite the first thing she had laughed out of pure pleasure in years. His “name” is Greg. He… he is wonderful sweetheart. Zero, funny, and kind.”

The next week when I met him, I knew why.

Greg was an amiable quiet spoken gentleman who stared at my mom as she was the moon. And when, I had seen her eyes glowing in a manner that I had not seen it in Dad? This was enough, then, with me.

so when will the wedding be? I said in a grin, What?
Mom turned as red as a teenager. We have not even, all of us, sir, but established your rights.

“Mom, seriously. When?”

That is the way I ended up throwing myself into the prospect of planning the wedding. She had all her portion of joy, her blossom, her flawlessness.

she had been in armor five years, and could now in a lace again.

The news of his engagement was sent to relatives and messages came in text form. The greater part were sympathetic and thrilled, and there was Aunt Dana.

“Married again? Already?” she replied in a text.

and afterwards: White dress? Of your age? The entire wedding seems.. unnecessary.”

Unfortunately, what you expect of Aunt Dana.

Dana is the younger sister of Mom by three years and, well, to put it) kindly, she is the embodiment of the main character syndrome with a helping of passive-aggression pourced into it.

She has always been snarky towards mom because she is lucky in love but when it came to her, she ended up with losers, but something in these texts gave me a bad feeling.

That is why I began to save screenshots.
Not that I am petty (well, perhaps a bit) but because I was expecting the worst.

Dana was ruthless in weeks to the wedding day. One of the family brunches she attended sported a smile that did not appear to be funny.

Full wedding? Oh, full wedding? Too much, isn t it? she replied, when a reference was made to the wedding arrangements.

Mom smiled quietly. Every human being has a right to be happy, Dana.

Hmm, perhaps more than others, she said to herself. Well after all you had passed that already.

Mom continued to smile and I noticed the tensing of her shoulders and the careful smile of Dana as she held her coffee cup to her mouth, a point to her side.

It is then I began critically working out contingency maneuvers. In case the happiness of Mom wanted a bodyguard.

The wedding day came all like a fairy tale.

Mom was beautiful in her lace-edged dress; the place was ideal: candlelight on cream walls and lilacs all over the place as they were Mom favorite flowers.

I was there as she gave her first dance to my grandmother- Grandpa being out of the picture, when the doors of the entrance flew open.

Dana was standing with her head held up high with one hand on her hip as though she was modeling a photoshoot. her full-length web of white satin clung to every contour, and the bead work of the bodice caught the light like stars.

Dutifully enough she had been in white, bridal white. She must have literally brought a wedding dress to the wedding of my mom!

It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop except it was still music being played by the band.

She flung her hair, she laughed heartily; so that half the room could hear: “I do look better in white than any one here, do I not?” Just because we dress well is it a crime?”

I observed the face of my mom on the opposite side of the room. Her happiness went out like a candle in the wind and she was the dissimilar woman who was totally broken five years back.

I lost no time in going to her.
By the time I got to Mom, I was on her side, and placed my arm around her.

I laughed, saying, “Don,t worry I got this.” She does not have the right to spoil it.

Don’t make a scene, please… answered she.

I hugged her shoulder. There is no scene, Mom. Just strategy.”

I did turn around and found my boy friend, Brian, hovering around.

It was time to go Aunt Ambush. he questioned when I put my hand in his.

I nodded. Aunt Dana doth desire to apears and so do wee put her there.

After that Brian and I pushed our way through the crowd on an errand.

At the entrance, a nice easel with the seating chart was shown.

Dana was seated in a good position by her card, two rows away to the couple table. It seemed to be perfect place, perfect company and perfect view to complete her performance.

Meanwhile, when she was swanning about, shaking hands with the nearest tables, I put her into a more proper place.

Mom had ensured that the kids table was set in the most prominent position in the room adjacent to the DJ box.

Her reasoning was that parents will be eager to look across the room occasionally to see the state of their children.

Dana should be at the table with the kids as it was an ideal place.

It was very noticeable and it had the gratuitous vindictiveness of leaving her with a bunch of under age children, sippy cups and a poorly positioned subwoofer that would have killed a lesser man.

You are evil, grimly whispered Brian.

No, I corrected, “I am thorough.”

We could observe across room Dana click-clacking her way to her new seat. The heels. The attitude. How her face changed in and out of confidence into confusion to full-on fierce in just a matter of first ten seconds.

She gazed upon the mess around her ー multiple children under the age of eight years, juice boxes, and a bag full of goldfish crackers that could have been used to feed the whole army. The subwoofer literally was shaking her chair.

She turned and I saw her glance over the room. Her eyes at once sharpened.

It is then that she galloped in my direction.

Why was my switch?” exclaimed she, turning crimson hot with rage.

I smiled as sweetly to her as I could. Well, you obviously wanted to be the centre of all attention this evening, so we decided to put you right into the spotlights.

She was going to retort, but bit off.

The thing is that someone is going to make a scene at their wedding, and everybody is going to be on their phones.

Everyone’s recording. And any one can see just who the wicked man is.

Therefore she blinked. Lipped her up. And sat down close to the kids place.
It improved later during the evening.

The children began playlist and Baby shark came out of the speakers. A little toddler sighed with joy. Another waved a breadstick and flicked it right into the path of Dana.

I saw her cringe with every interval of a few seconds fingers to her ears.

She continued searching in all directions, which presumably was done so that she could find someone who will change places with her.

However, all of the guests she went to just apologized to her and smiled. Oh, dear, I must apologise, I am sitting with my old mother. I would do it, but I am next to the parents of my boyfriend.

Funny how that, is it? When you take weeks to be snide of the happiness of a person, people remember.

After 20 minutes of the toddler symphony, Dana got up and stood up. I saw her say some word and her feet were marching out of the door.

She hopped out on a chair, which had juice stains on, and upon leaving, she had to jerk herself free, all the meanwhile a three-year-old looked with interest in his eyes.

The door banged shut and the party went along as though nothing had passed. Better, actually.

The strength was buoyed up. People laughed more. The smile returned to mom in full.

A few days later, the photos began to appear on the social network: the ceremony, the toasts, the cutting of the cake by Mom and Greg, the grandmother dance, the bouquet throwing.

However, in each and every shot, Dana was lacking a white gown. The wedding album narrates the tale of fun, romance and revelry everything without any distraction, farce or even somebody intent on creating a scene.

At times I imagine what Dad would have said about the night. Whatever was right he would always tell me, fight for what is right and protect people you love.

I believe he would have taken pride in the way we safeguarded the happiness of Mom without killing the calm.

And you know a thing? Three months after, Dana wrote a card to Mom apologizing that she did not understand the dress code.

Mom was Mom, and asked her to lunch and pardoned her totally.
A leopard can not change its spots so easily.

Thus, I have saved the screenshot of the messages sent by Dana and included a couple of the photographs I took of Dana at the wedding, in case there should be a need to have some bodyguard to protect the joy of my mother once again.