“Now you’ll never marry my son!” my mother-in-law laughed, setting my wedding dress on fire. I wiped my tears, smiled coldly, and said, “Enjoy destroying that dress, because the wedding was never the real trap.” Her face went completely pale when I made one quick phone call…

the plastic away, assessed the silk-crepe gown with the eye of a sniper, and initiated absolute magic. Pins flashed, quick basting stitches flew, and a stunning lace overlay was meticulously refitted onto my trembling frame.

Jessica and Tina descended upon me with setting spray and bobby pins, transforming from bridesmaids into a lethal glam squad. continue reading …