When Lena’s sister ruined her wedding dress, a hero from nowhere showed up at her beautiful wedding. What caused it? Something bad and family-related that would change everything.
Today was supposed to be the best day of my life. The sun was shining brightly outside my window when I woke up. I thought I was dreaming.
The scene took place in the beautiful Rosewood Gardens, where the air smelled like roses and jasmine and flowers were in full bloom everywhere. I couldn’t wait to walk down the aisle because I was so happy and loved.
My sister Kara was there for me the whole time I was planning. She was amazing and helped me in every way she could. Then there was Mrs. Grayson, who would become my mother-in-law and was always mysterious. I liked that she was nice, but I didn’t fully understand something about her.
I dressed in the dress I had dreamed of since I was a child by going to the bride’s room early in the morning. But it wasn’t there. My heart broke. I became scared and looked all over the room quickly, thinking I might have missed it. I found Maria, who was in charge of planning our wedding, and asked her about my outfit. My voice and hands were shaking with fear.
Maria looked confused and scared. She told me, “Your sister said you asked her to bring you the dress.” I was shocked. I hadn’t asked Kara to take care of any of my clothes. Why would she agree to it and not tell me? Kara was walking towards the back yard the last time Maria saw her.
I ran out of the bride’s room quickly, my mind racing. My wedding shoes barely touched the floor. The joy of the morning gave way to fear as the day went on. What was going on on the day that should have been the best day of my life?
I ran quickly over the beautifully decorated garden paths that looked like they were straight out of a fairytale just a short time ago. I felt like I was lost in a tunnel, like I was in a bad dream. When I turned the corner, my worst fears came true. Kara was in a faraway part of the lawn, setting fire to the dress that used to be my dream wedding dress.
Kara, don’t do that! What are you doing? As I yelled, my voice broke with each word.
Kara turned around to face me, and I couldn’t understand the sadness on her face. “I’m sorry, Lena. Her voice stayed calm as she said, “I had to do it; it’s for your own good.” Her hands were shaking.
“What are you talking about?” What good reason could there be for me to burn my wedding dress? As I watched the last bits of silk turn to ash, I was shocked and my tears clouded my vision.
Kara said something that really chilled me to the core after taking a big breath. “Earlier, I saw Mrs. Grayson come into your room.” She was making changes to your outfit, not just looking at it.
Kara’s face turned pale as she told the story, as if the memory was bothering her. “When I walked in, she had this look in her eyes.” Her words were hard to understand as she shook powder all over your clothes. Then she put a pin through the middle of it. It wasn’t right, Lena. It made me think of a dark spell.
I didn’t move as I thought about what she said. My mother-in-law, who was supposed to welcome me with open arms, was caught doing something that sounded like it came straight out of a scary story. Kara must have seen how shocked and amazed I looked because she reached out to me.
No, I couldn’t let you wear that outfit, Lena. not after seeing what I saw. “I know it’s hard to understand, but I did it to protect you,” Kara begged, her eyes searching my face for any sign that I understood.
I felt a huge wave of sadness when she told me what she knew. My lovely outfit, the dress was more than just a piece of clothing. It had come to stand for the risks that were hiding beneath the surface of this day.
Kara was brave enough to keep me away from someone she thought was a real threat to my safety. She did terrible things because she loved me and wanted to keep me safe, no matter how bad they were.
I felt angry and uneasy about what Mrs. Grayson might have done and how it might affect others. Was her ritual really done with bad aims, or was it just an act of kindness that got misunderstood? I was having a hard time inside because I thought I might never know for sure.
As the anger died down and the truth of the situation became clear, I knew there would be tough conversations. But as I stood there among the broken pieces of what could have been, I couldn’t help but be very grateful for my sister, who was fighting a secret evil as best she could.
After Kara’s sudden confession and the fire that destroyed my wedding dress, I didn’t know how to feel. I was standing there, confused and unable to believe what was going on. How did this day, which was supposed to be beautiful and happy, turn into such a mess?
I needed more information. I went up to Mrs. Grayson because I felt bad about myself. They were going to fight no matter what. “Why?” was all I could ask, and my voice was barely above a whisper.
When Mrs. Grayson turned to face me, she looked sorry. Her voice was shaking as she said, “I’m sorry, Lena.” “All I wanted was to keep you safe.” These… superstitions and ideas have helped me make decisions all my life. I made a bad choice because I thought something bad was going to happen.
Her statement did help people understand, but it didn’t change what happened that day. Mrs. Grayson did what she did out of a false feeling of security, not because she wanted to hurt anyone. Knowing that she wasn’t trying to hurt me helped me deal with my pain, even though it was hard to accept her behaviour.
I looked for a quiet place to talk to Kara. Kara replied, “I know it was crazy, but I couldn’t risk anything with you.” When I saw how scared and worried she looked about me, all of my anger started to go away. When I hugged her for a long time, it said everything I couldn’t say.
“Thank you,” I said in a low voice. “For always being there for me, even when it seemed crazy.” Kara nodded with a happy face.
It took some time for the shock to wear off, which brought us closer together. Even though things didn’t go as planned, the storm we went through together made me realise how much my sister loves me—so much that it could set a wedding dress on fire.
In the end, we decided to laugh off how silly everything was. Things got less fancy at the wedding, but they were still more important. It was clear to me that the dress, while a beautiful sign, wasn’t necessary for the event. The adventures that came out of the blue, along with love and family, really made my wedding memorable.
