When Hayley’s ex’s mom invites her to design a wedding dress for her big day, it seems strange, but nothing prepares Hayley for the truth.
What follows is a confession, a second chance at love, and a surprise she never saw coming.
Sometimes, life gives you the most unexpected twists…
It had been three years since Adam and I broke up, but I still couldn’t shake him.
Five years of love doesn’t just disappear overnight.
His sudden breakup was like a sucker punch with no explanation, no closure, just silence.
It was just done.
Then, about a year ago, he started dating her. My former friend, Miranda. If betrayal had a face, it was hers, plastered all over social media with captions of the two of them:
When you know, you know, and The best thing that ever happened to me!
I told myself to block her, to stop looking, but I didn’t.
Every photo, every grin, every comment about her “forever love” felt like salt in an open wound.
I never stopped loving him. That’s the sad, honest truth. Pathetic, I know.
I wasn’t able to date anyone seriously since him.
So when Adam’s mom, Lena, called me out of the blue last month, I thought I was hallucinating.
We never exactly got along. She had always been polite but distant, like she was sizing me up and always finding me lacking something or the other.
After the breakup, I assumed I’d never hear from her again. But there she was, on the other end of my phone, her voice strangely warm.
“Hello, sweetheart,” she said.
“I know this might be unexpected, but I have a favor to ask, Hayley.”
Lena told me that she was getting married. Married! And she wanted me to design her wedding dress.
She gushed about how I’d become one of the most sought-after seamstresses in the city.
“I’ve always admired your work, Hayley,” she said softly. “And I trust you. I know you’d create something perfect just for me.”
Trust?
Admiration?
From Lena?
I nearly dropped the phone. I couldn’t figure out what game she was playing. My instincts screamed at me to say no, to hang up and block her number.
And truly be done with that entire family.
But she begged. And how could I say no? She said that no one else could do it justice and that she’d forever be grateful.
“Nobody else will do things that will suit my age and my figure!
And make me something dream-worthy, Hayley. Please?”
I don’t know why I said yes. Maybe there was a part of me that wanted to feel close to Adam again.
Or maybe I just couldn’t resist the curiosity clawing at me.
Either way, I agreed.
Over the next few weeks, I poured myself into the dress. The fabric was like spun clouds, soft and ethereal, with delicate beading along the bodice. I stayed up late perfecting every stitch.
Lena had wanted a lacy dress that made her feel like a princess.
“I know it’s foolish, darling,” she said. “When I married Adam’s father all those years ago, I wore a shapeless white dress that did absolutely nothing for my figure. I want to live my dream wedding dress now.”
Lena had given me her measurements, and oddly enough, they matched mine.
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