MY STEPMOM STOLE MY LATE MOM’S WEDDING DRESS TO MARRY MY DAD – EVEN THOUGH IT WAS MEANT FOR ME

Lisa gasped, spinning toward me.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she said. “I didn’t think you’d be home yet!”

“Take. It. Off. Now!”

My entire body shook with rage.

She sighed, like I was a child throwing a tantrum.

“I was just trying it on. No big deal,” she said.

“No big deal?!” My voice cracked. “That dress was for me! My mom left it for me! It’s not yours!”

Lisa’s expression shifted. Her smile turned patronizing.

“Honey, it’s just a dress,” she said, sighing. “Besides, your dad and I are getting married. Wouldn’t it be a beautiful way to honor your mother? Me wearing her dress to marry him? I think the symbolism is beautiful… don’t you?”

She smiled at me, her fake smile making me feel uneasy.

“That’s a lovely way of looking at it,” Greta chimed in.

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