A wedding RSVP requiring all ladies to wear white seemed suspicious. I suspected a plot, but I never thought Veda, the bride’s mother, would steal the show in her bridal gown. What she didn’t know?
Nora, the bride, had a bigger strategy to outwit her, and everyone knew. Spotlight
My porch was where Mara discovered the invitation in the mail. It’s here!
Wedding of Finn and Nora,” she exclaimed, pulling it open. As she read, her eyebrows rose and she turned the card, her countenance becoming intrigued to startled. You must see this.”
She gave me RSVP.
LADIES—WEAR WHITE, WEDDING DRESSES WELCOME! was written in dramatic, loopy handwriting—not Finn’s. I gazed, hoping the words made sense.
“Is this a typo or a challenge?”
“That’s what I’m wondering,” Mara responded. People know not to wear white to a wedding. Like, rule one.”
Finn was my Coast Guard comrade from three years ago; we kept close.
He was sensible, no-nonsense, and not into pranks. I had met Nora many times and she looked grounded. This made no sense.
“I’m calling Chief,” I responded, taking my phone. Finn retained his military moniker. He picked up after 3 rings.
“What’s up?”
We received your invitation, Chief. Why does ‘ladies wear white’? Are you planning a theme?
A lengthy pause. Finn’s voice was thick as when we encountered storms at sea. “Nora’s mom, Veda,” he continued.
“She’ll wear her old wedding dress to outdo Nora.”
She’s what? “You heard me. It’s happened before—she wore a white dress to Nora’s wedding shower, criticized her location choice to everyone, and threatened to accompany her down the aisle if her ex didn’t ‘shape up.’”
My jaw dropped.
“That’s crazy.”
“Welcome to Veda’s world,” Finn added. “Nora has dealt with her for months. Since we were engaged, Veda has planned this gown stunt to show everyone a ‘real bride.’”
“So how does everyone in white help?”
Finn sounded lighter.
“Nora plays smart. If Veda wants attention, Nora spotlights everyone. Every lady in white drowns Veda’s stunt in dresses.
Maintaining a secret gives Veda the illusion of winning until it’s too late. I smile. “You’re in?”
The guest list includes every lady.
Operations out-Veda Veda—satin, lace, tiaras, etc.”
I told Mara after hanging up. Coffee almost suffocated her. “I get to wear my wedding dress again?” Her eyes sparkled like Christmas kids.
She ran inside, searching the closet for her dress. Word spread swiftly. Photos of garment bags, veils, and happy messages flooded the women’s group chat.
Others borrowed or consigned dresses. Nora’s cousin wanted to wear grandma’s 1940s dress. The atmosphere was electrifying.
Mara left our hotel bathroom in her satin gown on wedding morning. She shone despite becoming snug after years. “I hope Veda brings the drama,” she grinned.
“I brought snacks.”
White-dressed ladies danced like a wedding flash mob at the ceremony. As planned, bridesmaids wore white. Nora’s cousin wore a cathedral-veil mermaid dress.
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