When Jessie’s maid of honor, Emily, showed up in a dress that Jessie didn’t pick, her picture-perfect wedding day took an unexpected turn. Emily’s shocking attire sparked chaos, setting the stage for some sweet payback.
Hey everyone, Jessie here! Two weeks ago, I married the love of my life, Kevin. It should’ve been the happiest day ever, right? Well, thanks to my so-called best friend, let’s just say it became a story for the ages — and not in a good way.
Emily, my supposed best friend, the woman I’d chosen as my maid of honor, managed to steal the spotlight in the most outrageous way possible…
Emily and I have been best friends since we were knee-high to a grasshopper. We practically grew up together.
Now, don’t get me wrong, Emily’s a great friend, supportive and always there for me. But there’s this one tiny, well, not-so-tiny detail about her — she’s a tad competitive.
It started small, you know, harmless races on the playground to see who could reach the swings first. In high school, it was all about grades—who could snag the highest GPA.
Then came college, and suddenly, it was about who could throw the most epic birthday bash. You name it, we “competed” at it. But hey, that was all in good fun, right? Or so I thought.
Despite her win-at-all-costs streak and arrogance, we always managed to stay close. I never really saw it as a competition; I just figured a little healthy rivalry pushed us both to be better.
We navigated life together, from scraped knees on the playground to the corporate jungle of our careers.
And when my boyfriend Kevin popped the question, there was no doubt in my mind who’d be my maid of honor—Emily, obviously.
Planning the wedding was a whirlwind of excitement. I wanted everything perfect, down to the last detail. Romantic elegance was the theme, with soft hues of lavender and blush creating a dreamy spring garden vibe.
The bridesmaids’ dresses were a beautiful shade of lavender, the perfect complement to the whole aesthetic. I mean, I was paying for everything, dresses included, so naturally, I wanted everyone to look stunning and harmonious.
The day of the final fitting arrived, and Emily came over, all smiles and sunshine.
But as soon as she saw the dress I’d picked for her, her smile completely vanished. She held the lavender fabric at arm’s length like it was some kind of contagious disease.
“Uh, Jess,” she mumbled, “I don’t think I can wear this.”
“What? Why not?” I furrowed my brow, completely confused. This was the dress we’d all picked out together, the one everyone agreed on. And it was gorgeous.
“This color just washes me out,” she whined. “I’ll look like a ghost in it.”
Honestly, that was a stretch. The dress would look amazing on her, like it was practically made for her curves. But Emily was never one to back down from an argument, especially when it came to “winning.”
“Come on, Em,” I tried to reassure her, “it’s the same dress everyone else is wearing. You would look beautiful, trust me.”
But she wasn’t having it. She huffed and puffed, making a scene about how unflattering the dress was and how she just couldn’t possibly walk down the aisle looking like a pale ghost.
My patience started to wear thin, but you know how it is with bridesmaids, especially your best friend. You just don’t want any drama, right? So, I caved.
I reluctantly agreed to let her pick out another dress, hoping she’d at least choose something that wouldn’t clash with the whole lavender theme.
Fast forward to the wedding day. Everything was picture-perfect — the flowers, the venue, even the weather cooperated and decided to bless us with a beautiful spring day.
Butterflies danced in my stomach as I stood at the altar, waiting for the music to cue the bridal party entrance. My bridesmaids walked down the aisle one by one, looking stunning in their lavender dresses, just as planned.
Then came Emily’s turn.
A 92-year-old man yearns for one last moment to hold his wife’s hand before he passes away, the outcome will leave you deeply moved
A poignant photograph of an elderly Chinese couple, married for nearly seventy years, has captured hearts worldwide. The image shows them holding hands in the intensive care unit, evoking deep emotions among millions.
The touching moment was shared by Wang Yanfang, the head nurse at the intensive care unit of Yinzhou Hospital in Zhejiang Province, eastern China.
Feng Ming, 92, was admitted to the ICU due to heart failure. Unfortunately, his health worsened, leading to multiple organ failures and a lung infection. He became unable to communicate and was placed on life support.
Understanding that time was running out, his family decided to discontinue treatment and bring him home. However, Feng had one last wish: to see his beloved wife, Zhang Ping, who is 95 years old and recovering from a fractured femur in a different part of the hospital.
Wang, the head nurse, explained: “Typically, visiting hours in the ICU are from 3:00 PM to 3:30 PM, but given Feng’s critical condition, we couldn’t wait”. She arranged for the couple to meet, fearing it could be their final goodbye.
With Wang’s assistance, Zhang was transported on a stretcher from the 14th floor to the ICU on the third floor. When they finally reunited, Zhang took Feng’s hand and reassured him in their native dialect, saying: “Don’t worry about me. I’ll take care of myself”.
Feng was moved to tears by her words and, just hours later, he passed away peacefully at home. Reflecting on the emotional encounter, Wang expressed her gratitude for being able to facilitate this last meeting, emphasizing its significance.
This heart-wrenching story serves as a reminder of the enduring love that Feng and Zhang shared through their many years together, exemplifying true love even in their final moments.
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