My Stepmom Wore a White Dress to My Wedding, Claiming She ‘Deserves Attention Too’ – My Husband Showed Her a Lesson She Won’t Forget

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When Alexandra’s stepmother showed up at her wedding in a white dress, declaring she deserved attention, Alexandra braced for the inevitable drama. But her husband had a clever plan to turn the situation around in an unexpected way.

“These flowers need to be perfect,” Linda said, meticulously arranging them. “After all, it’s a big day for the family.”

I sat at the dining table, sipping my tea and trying to remain calm.

My dad smiled at her. “Linda has a great eye for these things,” he said.

I forced a smile. “They do look nice, Linda,” I replied.

Linda, my stepmother, came into my life when I was ten after my mom passed away. She loved being the center of attention, and today was no different.

She fussed over the flowers, ensuring each petal was in its place. Her dramatic gestures made it seem like she was on stage. I wondered what stunt she would pull at the wedding.

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“Are you excited about the wedding, Dad?” I asked, hoping to change the subject.

He nodded, his eyes twinkling. “Very much, Alexandra. It’s going to be a beautiful day.”

Linda chimed in, “Yes, and everything has to be perfect. It’s not every day we have such an important event.”

I nodded, but my mind was elsewhere. I knew Linda would find a way to make the day about her. She always did.

I recalled birthdays and holidays when she managed to steal the spotlight, leaving me in the background.

As Linda continued to fuss over the flowers, my anxiety grew. I wanted to enjoy the wedding, but with Linda around, it was always a challenge.

“Do you need any help, Linda?” I offered, trying to be polite.

She waved me off. “No, no, dear. I have everything under control.”

“Alright,” I said, forcing a smile. “I’ll take a leave, Dad. I have to be somewhere.”

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