My Cousin Sabotaged My Wedding Dress—But She Was Stunned by My Brilliant Comeback!

My Cousin Intentionally Sewed My Wedding Dress 2 Sizes Smaller – She Was Shocked When She Saw What I Did with It

Sarah, Jess’s cousin, chose to sew her wedding dress as a gift for her after she and Michael got engaged. However, Jess finds out the wedding dress is two sizes too small during the last fitting. Will Sarah correct her mistake, or will Jess need to handle things independently?

My connection with my cousin Sarah has always been complex. She’s exuberant and boisterous, but she also has a strong need for attention. Our whole family gave her the attention she desired as a result. It was more logical to highlight Sarah than it was to highlight us.

After four years of dating, Michael and I got engaged, and my entire family was truly happy for me.

Sarah even organized a night out for my closest pals and all of our female cousins. as I was the first among us to get engaged, ending in an Airbnb where we carried on the celebration.

Sarah approached me with a glass of champagne during our night out.

“Jess! “I have an amazing idea,” she exclaimed.

What?” I enquired. “What do you want to do?”

Shaking to the tunes, she cried, “I want to make your wedding dress for you!”

Sarah is now an accomplished seamstress who has created some amazing clothing in her brief career. Though our relationship was complex, I thought it was a great idea to have Sarah make me a dress.

“Are you serious? Would you do that for me? I inquired, moved by the action.

“Jess, of course! It will be flawless!” With a smile that at the time seemed genuine, she answered.

The remainder of the evening proceeded smoothly. I was surrounded by the people I loved most in the world, but my cousin’s desire to sew me a wedding dress was even more special.

It all felt just right.

Weeks passed while we selected the fabrics and design. After scouring through periodicals and online for a while, I eventually had an idea.

I saw Sarah at her office one day, prepared to take my last measurements so she could begin working on my dress.

“You’re going to look amazing,” she added as she took exact measurements and meticulously recorded everything on her notepad.

“Oh, I hope so,” I remarked while watching Sarah put down her measuring tape and taking a sip of my coffee. “After going on a rigorous diet, I can now accept my weight. It’s only a matter of keeping my figure now.”

“You look good, Jess,” she remarked. “But if anything changes and you find yourself losing or gaining weight, just let me know, and you can come in for another fitting.”

I gave a nod and walked out, excited to see how my dress would look.

However, everything changed when I went for the final fitting.

I tried on the dress, but there was a problem—it was far too tiny. It was impossible for me to even zip it up, regardless of how forcefully I inhaled.

“Jess! Is it insane of you to put on weight before the wedding?” With a tone laced with faux worry, Sarah enquired.

My heart fell. I didn’t have a dress, based on this fitting, and the wedding was in two weeks.

“Sarah, I haven’t put on any weight,” I answered. It’s been too stressful for me to eat. If anything, that should have caused me to lose weight.”

Sarah shrugged, smirking despite the fact that she was barely hiding it.

“Well, I’ll attempt to fix it, but I can’t promise anything because the wedding is so close. Jess, I have more clients waiting for their orders.

As I rolled out of her office, her words echoed in my mind.

It dawned on me then that this was no accident. I remembered the tone of her voice and the way she spoke to me. Her error was devoid of regret. No measurements were erroneous. With me, there was no weight gain.

Sarah had purposefully designed the outfit too tiny, so this was not accidental.

That night, when Michael came home, I said to him, “I don’t know what to do.”

Pouring himself a drink of water, he said, “Show me the dress?”

“What! No!” I let out a cry. “The dress may be a mess, but it’s bad luck for you to see!”

“Hey, how about you bringing the dress to Mrs. Lawson? She’s a buddy of mine, and she makes all of her adjustments. She is also creating Mom’s wedding gown.”

So I picked up the horrible outfit and headed to Mrs. Lawson, the retired seamstress known for her healing abilities.

“Oh, honey,” she exclaimed as soon as I entered. “Michael called and filled me in on the whole thing. However, I’ve seen the worst and improved it tenfold.”

I showed her the dress and remarked, “This might be tricky.”

“Believe me, honey—I’ve seen it all. “Let’s manage this,” she joked.

We worked together to create something entirely different from the initial idea. A short, stylish cocktail dress that was perfect for a wedding but also daring, unorthodox, and a little edgy.

But it was really, really beautiful. It was playful, flirtatious, and exactly me—everything Sarah’s dress wasn’t.

My pulse raced when it came time to walk down the aisle. I stood at the wedding venue’s bridal suite and examined my reflection in the mirror. I looked stunning. I was radiant.

My dad’s mouth fell open as he came into the room to retrieve me.

With a “my darling,” he spoke. “You look amazing! Whoa!”

“As you are, Dad,” I said. “It may not be what everyone had in mind for me to wear to my wedding, but it’s been the most delightful surprise. I have a married feeling.”

“That’s the only thing that matters, darling,” he replied.

My entrance music soon started, and when a classical rendition of a Lana Del Rey song filled the room, I started to get chills all over.

People turned to look.

And as I walked in, I felt the wave of appreciation come after me. I was aware of my dress’s popularity.

Michael’s eyes expanded and his smile spread over his face as I drew nearer. At that moment, I realized that the man I was going to marry had fallen in love with me once more.

However, I turned to face Sarah in order to get a glimpse of her reaction before I sat down next Michael.

Her stunned and pallid expression was priceless. I was aware that she had anticipated witnessing me in tears, feeling ashamed of her sabotage and donning the awful garment she had created.

Rather, I was radiant and beaming from ear to ear.

Michael’s vows left me in tears and filled my heart with love for the man I would spend the rest of my life with. The ceremony went off without a hitch.

However, the reception followed.

While interacting with our guests, Michael and I were besieged by Sarah.

“Jess, is the dress still there? My original design is where? Ignoring her confusion, she questioned, “Why did you change it?”

I smiled.

“Oh, I had imagined that I could improve your design! Recall that you weren’t even certain that there was anything you could do. And it was at least two sizes too small, so I was bursting out of it.”

“That’s it, then? You simply threw away all of my labor?” She let out a gasp. “That’s low!”

“No, Sarah, this outfit is built on your labor. The reason it’s 100 times better is that the person who mended it wanted me to feel and look amazing on my wedding day.”

She parted her lips, but she remained silent. Those around us began appreciating my dress, praising its uniqueness and beauty.

All Sarah could do was remain motionless and pay attention.

Michael said to me, “Come on, love.” In order for me to truly enjoy the buffet thereafter, let’s perform our first dance! I can’t stop eating the roast beef!”

“I’m coming,” I said with a finally content smile.

How would you have responded in that situation?