My cousin Sarah and I have always had a complicated relationship. She craves the spotlight, while I prefer to stay in the background. When Michael and I got engaged, my family was genuinely excited for me. Sarah even threw me a celebratory night out, where she offered to make my wedding dress. Despite our strained relationship, I was touched by the gesture.

We spent weeks choosing the design, and I was thrilled. But when I went for my final fitting, the dress was two sizes too small. I couldn’t even zip it up. Sarah’s tone was dripping with mock concern. “Are you crazy to gain weight before the wedding?”

Heartbroken and stressed, I realized Sarah had sabotaged the dress intentionally. I told Michael about it, and he suggested taking the dress to Mrs. Lawson, a retired seamstress known for her skill.

Mrs. Lawson worked wonders. We transformed the original design into a chic, short cocktail dress that was bold and perfectly suited me. When I saw myself in the mirror on my wedding day, I felt beautiful and confident.

As I walked down the aisle, I noticed Sarah’s shocked expression. She had expected me to be humiliated. Instead, I was glowing and proud. After the ceremony, Sarah confronted me at the reception, demanding to know why I changed the dress.

I smiled and replied, “I took your design and made it better. Your dress was two sizes too small. The woman who fixed it wanted me to look and feel beautiful on my wedding day.”

Sarah was left speechless while guests admired my unique dress. Michael and I enjoyed our first dance, and I felt completely happy and validated.

In the end, Sarah’s sabotage only led to a more beautiful outcome and a day that was truly mine.