When my daughter walked down the aisle, she wasn’t wearing the ivory dress we had spent months working on. Instead, she wore a dress as black as night. The truth behind the dress was horrifying.
I still remember the day Jane called me, her voice bubbling with excitement.

“Mom! He proposed!” she practically screamed into the phone.

I had suspected it – Jack had been in her life for five years. They were happy. At least, that’s what I thought at the time.

From that moment on, wedding planning dominated our lives. And the first thing we decided on was the dress.

Jane had always dreamed of something unique.

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