My Best Friend Gave Me the Wrong Dress Code for Her Wedding – I Decided to Outplay Her Smartly
When Emily’s friend, Elle, gets engaged to her boyfriend, Brian, she is completely over the moon. Emily does everything she can to help Elle plan her dream wedding. But then Elle starts acting secretive and gives Emily a wedding invite with the incorrect dress code. Thankfully, a mutual colleague gives Emily the correct details, allowing her to show up to the wedding to teach Elle a lesson.
“I’m engaged, Em!” Elle said, rushing through my door while I was sitting on the couch and reading a book.
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“What?” I exclaimed, standing up to hug her tightly. “I’m so happy for you, my girl!”
Elle sat down on the couch and showed me her hand.
“Look at this rock!” she said.
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Of course, I was over the moon for her. We’d been through so much together, and now it was her turn to walk down the aisle.
For my wedding, a few years ago, Elle had been right by my side. She helped me plan every little detail, from the font on my wedding invitations to the menu selections.
“It’s more like you and Elle are getting married,” my husband, Grant, laughed one evening when I told him everything that Elle and I had planned.
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“Well, she’s been around longer than you,” I replied, showing him the mockup for our wedding invitations.
And it was true, Elle and I had been friends since our childhood, having lived on the same street and gone to the same kindergarten together.
We shared every major milestone, from awkward teenage years to college graduation, together.
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We even ended up working at the same company, making sure to have lunch and tea breaks together every day.
So, naturally, I expected her to be just as involved in her wedding planning as she was in mine.
“Brian and I don’t want to be engaged for too long,” she said one day at the office while we were having tea and pastries.
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“So, we’re planning for the wedding to be in a few months.”
“That’s a lot to do in a few months, Elle,” I said, sipping my tea.
“I know,” she agreed. “But you’ll help me!”
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As the weeks went by, Elle asked me for advice on the venue, the dance, and the flowers.
“I need it to be perfect, Em,” she said. “Brian and I are the only children of our parents, so this is the only chance they’re going to get to be parents of the bride and groom.”
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I helped her wherever I could. I booked visits of stunning venues that she could see. I booked her appointment with the florist who had done all the flowers at my wedding. And I arranged for her to meet my choreographer for her first dance with Brian.
“I don’t know how I could have done any of this without you,” Elle said, holding my hand.
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But that’s not the best part of this story.
Despite our shared history and all the assistance I had given Elle throughout her wedding planning process, she didn’t tell me anything about the actual wedding.
“I want to keep the location a secret,” she said sheepishly, a small smile on her face. “I want it to be a surprise. So, you’ll know when the invites come out.”
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And yet, when the invitations came out, I never received mine.
“Darling,” I asked Grant when I got home one day. “Did Elle’s wedding invitation come in the post?”
“No,” he said, looking up from his tablet. “Shouldn’t she have just given it to you?”
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“I thought so, but I’m not sure where our invitation is.”
“Ask her, love,” my husband said.
I was puzzled, but I didn’t want to jump to conclusions.
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So, I asked her directly.
“Oh, right,” she said, looking a bit uncomfortable. “I must have forgotten. I don’t have any on me at the moment, but I’ll bring one for you tomorrow!”
The next day, Elle handed me an invite. To my surprise, the dress code was “Mermaid.”
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“Like the cartoon character?” I said aloud.
It seemed bizarre, but Elle had always loved that cartoon, so I tried to rationalize it.
“Maybe she’s going for a whimsical theme?” I muttered, thinking about a mermaid-themed wedding.
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But still, I planned my outfit for Elle’s wedding.
It was about a week before the wedding when our colleague, Jane, and I were standing outside during one of our tea breaks and chatting.
“I’m actually looking forward to getting all dressed up,” Jane said. “It’s been a while since I put on a good pair of heels and did my makeup for fun and not work.”
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“What do you mean? Is your costume all sorted?” I asked.
“What costume?” Jane asked, her reaction priceless; she looked at me like I had lost my mind.
“Elle’s invitation said that the dress code was mermaid-themed,” I said.
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“I think she’s joking with you,” Jane laughed. “My invitation said ‘Cocktail’ as the dress code.”
My heart sank.
Elle was setting me up, but why?
For the next few days, I kept my head down, barely interacting with Elle.
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I was feeling sidelined and hurt. We’d always been honest with each other, so why was she doing this now?
I remembered how supportive she was during my wedding and couldn’t understand why she didn’t want me involved in hers.
On the day of the wedding, I arrived in a long, elegant gray dress.
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Grant and I sat at the back, away from the crowd, and we watched the beautiful ceremony unfold. I wondered why I wasn’t a bridesmaid.
But it was only during the reception, when Elle saw me, that the truth came out.
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“What the hell are you wearing?” she demanded when she saw me.
The guests around us glanced at us and each other, sensing the tension.
“You know, I really thought that ‘mermaids’ as the wedding theme was a bit extreme. But then Jane showed me her invitation.”
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Elle’s face went through a range of emotions, finally settling on a strained calm.
“Em… I guess it was a mistake,” she said.
“Stop pretending,” I said, my voice firm but gentle. “I’m your friend. It’s your wedding. What’s going on?”
She hesitated, her eyes darting around before finally meeting mine.
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“Em,” she said slowly. “I was afraid that you’d outshine me. Everyone keeps talking about how perfect your wedding was and how beautiful you looked. I didn’t want to feel like I was in your shadow on my own day.”
I looked at her carefully, trying to process her words.
“My own mother kept talking about how wonderful your wedding was and that I should listen to you about everything,” she continued.
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“Elle, you never had to compete with me. Your wedding is beautiful, and so are you. We’re friends, remember? I would never try to overshadow you.”
Tears welled up in her eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Em,” she choked. “I let my insecurities get the best of me.”
I pulled her into a hug.
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“Everything is perfect,” I said. “You’ve planned your dream wedding, and it has all fallen into place. Now, come on. Let’s enjoy this day together, like we’ve always done.”
The tension melted away, and the awkwardness dissolved as we shared a genuine moment of reconciliation.
Grant and I sat at a table away from the crowd.
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“Are things okay with you and Elle?” Grant asked me.
“I think so,” I smiled. “But I think that there’s bigger things we need to discuss, too. I just want to make sure that we’re on the right page. That can wait until after her honeymoon.”
My husband took my hand and squeezed it gently.
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What would you have done?
I Opened My Mother-in-Law’s Christmas Gift & My Husband Kicked Her Out Because of It
Hosting Christmas for my in-laws was supposed to be a joyous affair, but the evening took a shocking turn when my mother-in-law gifted me something that left the entire room speechless. What started as festive cheer quickly spiraled into an unforgettable family showdown.
Christmas is supposed to be magical, right? A season of love, family, and giving. Well, this year, it turned into a drama-filled spectacle, starring none other than my mother-in-law, Judith. But before I get to the moment she completely blindsided me, let me give you some context about our… complicated relationship.
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I met my husband, Trent, three years ago, and we hit it off instantly. By then, he’d already been divorced from Rose, his ex-wife, for two years. Rose and I couldn’t be more different — she’s the elegant, always-poised type, and I’m more of the “let’s wear fuzzy socks to dinner” kind of girl. Trent said he loved that about me. I thought Judith, his mom, did too. At least, at first.
When I met Judith, she was warm and polite. I even thought we could be close someday.
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But as time passed, cracks began to show. Subtle, at first, things like “accidentally” calling me Rose.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Elle, I meant you! It’s just… you remind me so much of her,” she’d say with an apologetic smile that never quite reached her eyes.
“It’s okay,” I’d reply awkwardly, not sure how to take it.
Then the comments escalated.
“She always kept her house spotless,” Judith mentioned once during a visit, her gaze sweeping over my lived-in living room. “Rose used to say, ‘A tidy house is a tidy mind.’ You might want to try it—helps with stress.”
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I bit my tongue, smiling stiffly. What could I even say? Judith’s tone was sweet, but the words stung. I told myself she just needed time to adjust. After all, I wasn’t the first daughter-in-law she’d had.
But her digs weren’t always so subtle. At one family dinner, she casually brought up a photo album of Trent and Rose’s wedding.
“I found this the other day,” she said, sliding it across the table. “Wasn’t she stunning? It’s no wonder the whole town thought they were the perfect couple.”
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“Mom,” Trent said sharply, his jaw tightening. “Why are you showing us this?”
Judith blinked innocently. “Oh, I just thought Elle would enjoy seeing it. She could get some inspiration for family photos.”
I didn’t even get the chance to respond. Trent grabbed the album and shut it. I thought that would be the end of it, but it wasn’t. Judith’s comparisons kept coming, like a slow drip meant to wear me down.
One night, after a particularly exhausting day, I brought it up to Trent.
“Does she… hate me?” I blurted, not meeting his eyes.
He frowned. “Who?”
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“Your mom. I mean, she’s so sweet in front of everyone, but behind closed doors…” I hesitated, trying to find the right words. “She’s different. She talks about Rose constantly—like I’m some second-place replacement.”
Trent sighed. “Elle, she hated Rose. Trust me, she’s told me that for years.”
I shook my head. “Then why does she keep comparing us? Why bring her up at all?”
“I don’t know,” he said softly, rubbing his temple. “But I’ll talk to her.”
He tried, but Judith brushed it off. “I’m just teasing,” she’d told him with a laugh. “Elle’s so sensitive. She’ll toughen up.”
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Fast-forward to Christmas Eve. I’d gone all out, decorating the house, cooking, and hosting the entire family. I wanted everything to be perfect. For a while, it was. There were carols, laughter, and the warmth of togetherness.
And then came the gifts.
Judith handed me hers with a wide smile. “This is for you, Elle,” she said. “I think you’ll find it… meaningful.”
“Thank you,” I replied, smiling cautiously as I unwrapped the box.
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The room fell silent as I pulled out the gift, a pair of stunning earrings. Gasps echoed around as my non-existent moment of joy turned into absolute shock. My cheeks burned as I stared at it, unable to process what I was holding.
Judith’s grin widened like she had just pulled off the prank of the century. My mouth went dry as I realized the earrings were Rose’s. I’d seen them in that photo before — Rose beaming beside Trent and Judith, all of them looking so picture-perfect. This wasn’t just a careless mistake. It was deliberate.
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Judith clasped her hands together. “Do you like them, Elle? They’re very… sentimental.”
I stared at her, my words caught somewhere between fury and disbelief. “These—these were Rose’s, weren’t they?”
Her face didn’t flinch. “Oh, were they? I hadn’t noticed. I thought they’d suit you better. She didn’t really appreciate them, you know.” She turned to the rest of the family with a sugary smile, like this was all perfectly normal.
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The gasps from the room morphed into uncomfortable murmurs. Trent’s jaw tightened, and he shot me a look of silent outrage. His voice cut through the noise like steel. “Mom, what is wrong with you?”
Judith’s grin faltered slightly. “Oh, come on. It’s just a pair of earrings! I thought Elle would appreciate something elegant for once.”
I stood up, my legs feeling wobbly. “Elegant?” My voice came out sharper than I intended. “This isn’t a thoughtful gift. It’s… it’s cruel. You’ve spent years comparing me to Rose, and now this?”
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Judith leaned back in her chair with an air of mock innocence. “Cruel? Elle, don’t be so dramatic. It’s Christmas. Let’s not ruin the mood.”
“No, you ruined the mood,” Trent snapped, his voice rising. “Mom, you’ve crossed the line too many times, and I’m done pretending this is okay.”
Judith’s face darkened. “Excuse me? I’m your mother.”
“And I’m his wife,” I interrupted, my voice steady now. “And you’ve disrespected me for the last time.”
Trent didn’t hesitate. “Mom, I think you should leave.”
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The room collectively held its breath. Judith’s face turned a deep shade of red, and for a moment, she looked genuinely stunned. Then, she laughed bitterly, shaking her head. “Leave? You’re kicking me out? On Christmas?”
“Yes,” Trent said firmly. “Because your behavior is unacceptable.”
Her voice rose in a panicked crescendo. “Unacceptable? After everything I’ve done for you? For this family?”
I stepped forward, still clutching the earrings. “Wait.” Everyone turned to me. “I’ll be right back.”
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I rushed upstairs, my heart pounding in my chest. I rifled through an old drawer until I found the photo: Judith, Trent, and Rose, all smiles. The very picture that had haunted me for months. Wrapping it hastily in leftover paper, I returned to the living room.
“Here,” I said, handing the awkwardly wrapped gift to Judith. “Merry Christmas.”
She frowned but tore off the paper. When the picture emerged, her face twisted with confusion before morphing into something more vulnerable — embarrassment, maybe even shame.
“What is this supposed to mean?” she asked, her voice trembling.
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“It’s a picture of you, Trent, and Rose,” I explained, keeping my tone calm despite the storm inside me. “You’ve spent years reminding me I’m not her. I thought you’d appreciate a keepsake of the person you clearly wish was still here.”
The silence was suffocating. Judith stared at the picture, her hands shaking. For the first time, she looked small, cornered.
Trent stepped closer, his voice low but firm. “Mom, you need to leave. Now.”
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Judith’s tantrum came swiftly. She slammed the picture onto the table. “You’re both so ungrateful! I’ve only ever tried to help you. And this is how you repay me? Kicking me out of my own son’s house?”
“Mother,” Trent said, his patience hanging by a thread, “this is my house, and you’ve overstayed your welcome. Please leave.”
She grabbed her coat in a huff, muttering under her breath as she stormed out. “I hope you both enjoy your little perfect life. Don’t come crying to me when it all falls apart.”
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The door slammed behind her, and the room was eerily quiet.
Later that night, Trent and I sat by the fireplace, the glow of the flames casting shadows across the room. I was still clutching the earrings, unable to decide what to do with them.
“I’m sorry, Elle,” Trent said softly. “I should’ve stood up to her sooner.”
I shook my head. “It’s not your fault. She just… she couldn’t let go of the past. And maybe she didn’t know how to move forward.”
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He took my hand. “Yeah, maybe. Anyway, let’s just forget about everything and not ruin our mood. Are you in the mood for some holiday cheer?”
“Of course,” I whispered.
Over the next year, something surprising happened. Judith reached out — not with snide remarks or manipulative apologies, but with genuine remorse. It started with a simple message.
“Elle,” it read, “I realize I’ve hurt you deeply, and I’m ashamed. I don’t expect forgiveness, but I want to try to earn your trust.”
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It wasn’t easy at first. Trust is a fragile thing, especially when it’s been shattered. But Judith kept showing up: calling to check in, inviting me to lunch, even asking for my advice on little things. Slowly, my walls came down.
By the time Christmas rolled around again, I felt a tentative warmth toward her. When she handed me a small box during our holiday gathering, I braced myself. But inside was a knitted muffler, hat, and gloves — all in my favorite colors.
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“I made these for you,” she said quietly. “I wanted to give you something from the heart this year.”
Tears stung my eyes as I pulled out the soft wool. “Thank you,” I whispered. “They’re perfect.”
This time, the warmth of Christmas wasn’t marred by tension or rivalry. It was just… peaceful. Judith and I weren’t perfect, but we were trying. And that, I realized, was the best gift of all.
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