I made a self-promise to myself when Peter and I got engaged: the wedding planning would be simple and uncomplicated. Unlike other females my age, I didn’t spend my childhood fantasizing about being married.
I simply knew that cupcakes would be necessary for my wedding celebration when it finally happened. And that was all.
I thus always knew that I would require my mother’s guidance on the real day.
My parents weren’t married, therefore my wedding would also be her opportunity to arrange a wedding.
When they found that my mother was pregnant, they were dating. My father naturally packed up and went before I was even born.
When we went wedding dress shopping, my mother said to me, “But that’s just a thing of the past, Nicole.”
“And you and Anthony are happy now?” I questioned her while observing her focus on two specific clothes.
I knew my mother was staring at herself in those outfits since they were not to my liking.
She was happily married to Anthony for a long time, but I knew that occasionally she had dreams of getting married.
She was, however, a little too eager to assist in selecting the cake, flowers, and even the table settings for my reception as we were organizing my wedding.
She was sitting slumped over my wedding journal when I called her “Mom.” “You should take a small step back.”
She gave me a grin and nodded, but said nothing further. This made me feel awful right away. However, that appeared to be the kind prod she required.
Because she did back off, just checking in with my wedding planner Anna about the last-minute details.
I had watched brides on TV eat bananas while sitting on my hotel room balcony on my wedding day, and I felt a rising sense of exhilaration that only came at this point.
I was going to be married at last. However, nothing could have ready me for what was ahead for the day.
With my hair and makeup professionals ready to give me a last-minute makeover before I went down the aisle, I arrived at the chapel early.
Upon entering the bride’s dressing room, my initial exhilaration quickly gave way to disbelief.
My mother was sitting next to the floor-length mirror, wearing a full-length white bridal dress and clutching a pair of shoes.
“Mum? What is taking place? How are you spending your time?
My mother gave me a beaming smile that was so intense that, for a little while, I actually lost track of what was happening.
“Isn’t it incredible?” she inquired, turning slowly. I received a call informing me that you wanted me to attend the wedding with you. You hadn’t previously informed me about it, so I couldn’t believe it.
“Who gave you a call?” I questioned, feeling dizzy all of a sudden.
Her grin wavered, darkening as the truth slowly sank in.
“Your wedding coordinator, darling,” she murmured.
“Anna?” Confused, I asked. “She mentioned nothing about it when I spoke with her last night.”
My mother answered, unsure-looking, “I think so.”
I quickly pulled out my phone and gave Anna a call, wanting to know why. It was nasty to play this trick. I was going to go crazy if Anna had anything to do with it.
“No, Nicole,” she was adamant. “My supervisor did ask for your mother’s number; it wasn’t me. I granted it as I saw nothing improper with the request.
“Your supervisor?” I enquired. But all I’ve done is work with you. Who oversees you?
“Melinda James,” she murmured.
My heart nearly burst from my body. That name was familiar to me. That was the name of Peter’s ex.
I went to look for Peter after dropping my mother off in the dressing room. I sensed that something in this situation didn’t add up. It made natural that she would want to spoil our day if this was his ex.
Miranda had attended a great deal of events over the years Peter and I were dating, in an attempt to win her back.
I discovered Peter in the process of dressing. When he saw me in my bridal gown, he grinned, but as soon as he saw my face, he grimaced.
What’s off, he enquired.
I described everything that took place.
“Please come,” he urged. “Let’s head to her workspace.”
We gave our wedding party the go-ahead and told them to clarify the situation. After I called, Anna hurried to the church and I requested her to assist explain everything to my mother and get her dressed in her original clothes.
When we got there, Miranda was sat in front of her computer, looking confident and smug.
“Why?” Peter posed a straightforward question.
“I imagined it would be an enjoyable surprise,” she grinned and said to him.
Peter went on, “Even for you, this is low.” “It was not appropriate for you to meddle in our wedding.”
After a few minutes of back-and-forth squabbling, I made up my mind to inflict on Miranda the same suffering and humiliation that I was certain my mother was going through at the church.
I pulled out my phone and made a little film outlining the circumstances, emphasizing Miranda’s part.
I shared it on social media and included the names of all the vendors we had contracted out for the wedding. It was answered right away.
Upon returning to the church with Peter, intent on being married, my phone continued to ring with angry messages from individuals upset over Miranda’s small-minded actions.
Miranda’s reputation was in ruins five minutes before I was scheduled to walk down the aisle because online trolls had dissected her actions.
I turned to face her as she stood in the doorway and said, “Mom.” “I really apologize for this. Everything. I was aware of your former excitement.
My mother had a sorrowful grin, pleasure in her eyes, but a smile that fell short of happiness.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” she murmured, brushing my hair aside. You would have informed me differently, therefore I should have known it would be a joke. Nicole, come on, let’s get you married.
She gave my bouquet to me.
With immense pride, my mother led me down the aisle and gave me to Peter, who gave her a firm embrace.
Thankfully, Miranda only succeeded in contacting my mother, so everything about our wedding proceeded well. Everything else had been taken care of by Anna.
Things became even better while Peter and I were on our honeymoon. I started to get a lot of offers from other wedding planners who wanted to provide free assistance to help us celebrate our special day properly.
As we sipped cocktails at the beach, Peter made a joke about how Miranda was a disgrace to the wedding planning business.
I said, “Well, everyone’s attempting to show that they’re superior to her.”
My spouse yawned and said, “I’m sorry, but I am not going through the drama of another wedding.”
“I’m not either,” I said. However, I do believe I will accept the offer. The wedding of her dreams is what my mother deserves. She was prepared for it, too. All we have to do is inform Anthony.
Peter laughed, but as soon as he noticed my expression, he became solemn. I was determined to surprise my mother with this.
I thus worked covertly with a new wedding planner. Everything was scheduled precisely as she requested.
From her ideal cake to her favorite flowers, she had her eye on the wedding dress.
We met at the location on the day of the surprise, pretending it was my in-laws’ anniversary celebration. When my mother discovered what was going on, she came overflowing with emotion.
“This is intended for you,” I remarked while assisting her in donning her bridal gown. “Everything is done for you.”
With a sniff, my mother nodded. At last, she could have her moment. And in doing so, our relationship grew even closer.