My Son’s Fiancée Asked Me Not to Wear Blue to Their Wedding – Then I Saw What Her Mother Was Wearing

me.

“When you asked whether I was happy, I wanted to tell you no.”

I covered my mouth with my hand.

Vanessa stepped backward.

“What are you saying?”

Grant faced her.

“I’m saying I should have answered my mother honestly.”

“We just got married.”

“I know.”

Her voice trembled.

“So now you’re embarrassing me in front of everyone?”

Grant looked around the reception hall.

“No. Starting this during a toast was wrong.”

Then he glanced at me.

“Mom was right about that.”

I gave him a small nod.

He turned