My Wedding Day Nightmare: My Dress Was Gone
After a year of planning, I was ready for my wedding last weekend — especially excited about my simple, perfect dress. I carefully hung it the night before and went to sleep happy. But the next morning it was gone. I panicked and asked everyone in the house, but nobody would admit they’d seen it.
With guests arriving, my mom pulled out an old blue prom dress for me to wear instead. I tried to stay composed, but I felt like I was losing my own wedding.
At the church, things got worse. As the doors opened, there was my actual wedding dress — on my twin sister, walking down the aisle. And waiting for her at the altar was my fiancé.
It hit me: this wasn’t a missing dress. It was a cruel betrayal planned by my fiancé, my sister, and everyone in that house the night before. I stood there in a faded blue dress, watching them marry — my world utterly shattered.