My stepmom Linda has always been someone who craves the spotlight. Ever since she married my dad when I was ten, she had a way of making everything about her. It didn’t matter if it was my graduation, my birthday, or even a quiet family dinner—somehow, she’d always find a way to be the center of attention.
So, when it came time for my wedding, I should have known she’d try something dramatic. Still, nothing prepared me for what she actually pulled. In the weeks leading up to the ceremony, Linda started dropping hints that made me uncomfortable. She’d say things like, “Don’t you think I deserve a special part in the ceremony?” while fluttering her eyelashes like she was in some sort of rom-com. I’d always respond with polite, noncommittal answers, figuring she was just fishing for attention like usual. I never thought she’d go as far as to try to upstage me on my own wedding day. But on the morning of the wedding, while I was in the bridal suite getting ready with my maid of honor Sarah, she burst into the room, pale and breathless. “You won’t believe this,” she said, grabbing my arm and leading me to the window. I followed her, confused, until I looked down and saw Linda stepping out of her car in a full-on white beaded wedding gown. Not ivory. Not cream. Not champagne. Pure, dazzling bridal white.
My heart dropped to my stomach. She wasn’t just being over-the-top—she was trying to steal my moment. Furious, I rushed outside to confront her. “Linda, what the hell are you doing? You can’t wear white to my wedding!” I said, trying not to scream. She tilted her head and gave me a smug smile. “I just wanted to feel like a bride again. White suits me, and honestly, I think I deserve a little attention too.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Linda, this day is not about you.
It’s about me and Tom. How could you possibly think this was okay?” Before I could say more, Tom appeared beside me, gently taking my hand. He looked calm, almost amused, and I could see a spark of mischief in his eyes. “Let me handle this,” he whispered. He stepped forward and smiled warmly at Linda. “Linda, you look absolutely stunning. Really—you do. But since today is Anna’s wedding, we just wouldn’t want there to be any confusion about who the bride is, right?”
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She blinked, clearly not expecting him to be so agreeable. “Well… of course not, but—” “Exactly,” Tom said smoothly. “So, I have the perfect idea. Let’s make sure you really stand out today.” He waved over one of the event staff and whispered something quickly. A few minutes later, a waiter walked up to Linda holding a massive glass of red wine. And then, as if on cue, the waiter stumbled, sending the entire glass of wine cascading down the front of her dress. The gasp Linda let out could’ve earned her an award. “Oh my gosh, Linda! I’m so sorry!” Tom said, his voice full of faux concern. But his eyes? Stone cold and satisfied. “Honestly though, I think this shade of red really brings out your personality. It’s bold. Eye-catching. Totally you.” Linda stood frozen, speechless, dabbing at the massive stain with shaking hands. “I… I can’t believe this happened!” she stammered. “Don’t worry,” Tom said with a grin. “There’s a boutique just down the street. I’m sure they can help you find something just as beautiful. Maybe in a more appropriate color.” She stormed off without another word, and when she came back over an hour later, she was wearing a pale pastel dress that blended right in with the rest of the guests. By then, the ceremony was already underway, and she didn’t make another peep the rest of the day. Thanks to Tom’s quick thinking, the rest of our wedding went off without a hitch. As we danced at the reception, I leaned into him and whispered, “Remind me to properly thank you later.” He just smiled and said, “Anything for my bride.” Linda may have tried to steal the show, but Tom made sure the spotlight stayed exactly where it belonged—on us.
