When Alexandra’s stepmom arrived at her wedding in a white dress, insisting she deserved the spotlight, Alexandra braced for chaos. But her husband had a plan to turn the tables in a way no one expected.
“These flowers need to be perfect,” Linda declared, arranging them with exaggerated care. “After all, it’s a big day for the family.”
I sat at the dining table, sipping my tea, trying to stay calm. My dad smiled at her. “Linda has a great eye for these things,” he said.
I forced a smile. “They do look nice, Linda.”