“You all look incredible,” I went on, voice warm. “Seriously, stunning. I’m touched you put so much thought into your outfits for our day.”
Delphine’s smile got wider.
“And I especially love that you chose white,” I said, letting the words hang. “It’s bold. It really takes confidence to ignore the one wedding rule literally everyone knows.”
A ripple of gasps and murmurs rolled through the room.
“But don’t worry,” I added quickly, sweet as honey, “I’m not upset. And I’ll tell you why.”
I glanced at Tier. He was grinning like he’d never smiled before in his life.
“Because even if six hundred more women walked in here right now wearing the fanciest, most expensive wedding dresses money could buy… every single person in this church would still know exactly who the bride is.”
The place exploded. Cheers, whistles, laughter, applause so loud the walls shook.
Delphine’s face went from triumph to fury to humiliation in about three seconds flat. Her posse looked like they wanted the floor to swallow them.
I leaned into the mic one last time, soft and sincere. “Thank you, ladies. Truly. You made this day unforgettable.”
I set the microphone down, walked straight into Tier’s arms, and let him lift me clean off the ground.
“That,” he whispered against my ear, “was the most badass thing I’ve ever seen.”
Delphine and her white brigade spent the rest of the night glued to their table, barely moving, barely speaking, like six very expensive statues that had lost the will to live.
The wedding itself was perfect, not because nothing went wrong, but because for the first time in three years, I stood up for myself and won.
But Delphine wasn’t finished.
Three months later she called and asked if we could meet for coffee, just the two of us. Her voice sounded smaller than I’d ever heard it.
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