My Daughter’s Wedding Dress Arrived Completely Black — but That Wasn’t the Real Disaster

When my daughter Jane walked down the aisle, she wore a black dress, not the ivory gown we’d spent months crafting. The shock wasn’t just the color—it was why. Jane had learned, days before, that her fiancé Jack had betrayed her. Excited for her wedding, she’d planned a custom dress with my friend Helen, a talented seamstress. But the night before, Jack seemed distant. The next day, Helen revealed the black dress. Jane, calm and resolute, wore it to mourn the love she thought she had. At the altar, she exposed

Jack’s betrayal during her vows, leaving him speechless. She dropped her bouquet and walked away, taking my hand. Outside, she explained discovering Jack’s lies. Despite the pain, she stood firm, vowing to one day wear white for true love. I held her, proud of her strength, knowing she’d find it.