I thought buying a second dress was a small sacrifice for my son’s wedding. Then I walked into the venue and saw something that made me question my place in his new family.
My son Grant has always been the calm one.
Even as a child, he hated conflict.
If two friends argued over a game, Grant usually tried to make peace.
As an adult, that part of him never changed.
He avoids arguments, rarely raises his voice, and would rather compromise than turn something into a fight.
For years, I admired that about him.
Then he met Vanessa.
Vanessa was much more outspoken.
She knew what she wanted and rarely hesitated to say it.
If a waiter brought her the wrong meal, she sent it back.
If plans changed without warning, everyone heard exactly how she felt.
I actually thought that was why they worked so well together.
She pushed him out of his comfort zone.
He seemed to soften her rough edges.
At least, that was how I saw it.
A week before their wedding, Vanessa called me.
I was sitting at my kitchen table with a cup of coffee when her name appeared on my phone.
“Joan, could you please not wear blue to the wedding?”
I was confused.
I’d already bought a navy dress.
It had taken me weeks to find one I liked.
It was simple, elegant, and comfortable enough to survive a long wedding day.
“Why? Is something wrong with it?”
“No, no. It’s beautiful. Blue is just part of the wedding palette, and I don’t want it to look strange in the photos.”
The request seemed odd, but I reminded myself that weddings made people particular about things they normally would not care about.
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