At my wedding, my mother-in-law insulted my shy mom by calling her “ugly,” and I couldn’t let it go. My plan for revenge seemed foolproof, but as the consequences unfolded, I realized I might have crossed a line I couldn’t return from.
I stood before the mirror, adjusting my veil for the umpteenth time.
My hands trembled—out of nerves, excitement, or perhaps both. Mom approached from behind, her eyes misty.
“You look beautiful, Sophia,” she said gently.
I turned to her, taking in her simple dark dress.
“Thanks, Mom.
You look lovely too.”
She fiddled with her dress’s hem. “Are you sure it’s not too plain?”
“It’s perfect,” I reassured her. “You are perfect.”
