for my son.
I wanted his wedding day to be peaceful.
Then I arrived at the venue.
And the moment I stepped inside, I stopped.
Vanessa’s mother was wearing blue.
Not a subtle shade either.
She stood near the entrance greeting relatives in a beautiful blue gown as if there were absolutely nothing unusual about her choice.
For a few seconds, I honestly wondered whether I had misunderstood Vanessa’s request.
I had spent money on another dress specifically because she told me blue would be inappropriate.
Yet her own mother
