My Son’s Fiancée Asked Me Not to Wear Blue to Their Wedding – Then I Saw What Her Mother Was Wearing - Page 2

Spending the extra money irritated me, but I reminded myself that I was doing it for my son.

I wanted his wedding day to be peaceful.

Then I arrived at the venue.

And the moment I stepped inside, I stopped.

Vanessa’s mother was wearing blue.

Not a subtle shade either.

She stood near the entrance greeting relatives in a beautiful blue gown as if there were absolutely nothing unusual about her choice.

For a few seconds, I honestly wondered whether I had misunderstood Vanessa’s request.

I had spent money on another dress specifically because she told me blue would be inappropriate.

Yet her own mother was standing there wearing exactly that color.

Then I looked around.

Two of Vanessa’s aunts were wearing blue too.

They even had coordinated corsages.

This clearly wasn’t an accident.

Someone had planned it.

I tried telling myself there must be a reasonable explanation.

Unfortunately, there was.

And the explanation made me feel even worse.

Before the ceremony, I found Vanessa surrounded by relatives and friends.

I waited until I could speak to her quietly.

“You told me blue wasn’t supposed to be worn.”

She shifted slightly.

“That’s not exactly what I said.”

I stared at her.

“Then why did you specifically ask me not to wear it?”

Before Vanessa could answer, her mother stepped closer.

“Blue is for family.”

For a moment, I couldn’t think of anything to say.

Then I looked directly at her.

“I’m the groom’s mother.”

She gave me a small, tight smile.

Not embarrassed.

Not apologetic.

Just a smile that made it clear she understood exactly what she had said.

I turned toward Grant.

“Grant?”