Summer’s mother passed away when she was thirteen, leaving behind a single, sacred gift: her wedding dress, meant for Summer’s future. Years later, her father fell for Lisa—a woman who didn’t just want to join the family, but erase its past.
Lisa moved in, boxed up memories, and inserted herself into every corner of Summer’s life. When her father proposed, Summer stayed silent. But everything shattered the day she found Lisa twirling in her late mother’s wedding dress, claiming it was “symbolic” to wear it at the ceremony.
Summer begged her father to intervene. He didn’t. Lisa gloated. So Summer plotted.
She bought a thrift-store replica, soaked it nightly to weaken the fabric, and swapped it for the original. On the wedding day, Lisa strutted down the aisle—until the seams split, beads scattered, and lace unraveled in front of stunned guests.
Lisa screamed. Summer smiled. “That’s not my mom’s dress,” she said. “I’d never trust you with something that precious.”
The wedding was ruined. Her father was furious. But Summer stood firm. Her mother’s memory—and her dress—remained untouched.
And Lisa? She got exactly what she deserved.
