On the day before my wedding, I discovered my $8,700 dress had been sabotaged by my sister-in-law, Beth. As the truth unfolded amid the ceremony’s joy, an unexpected confrontation and a secret recording revealed Beth’s shocking motive, leaving the outcome of my wedding day hanging in the balance.
I stood in front of the mirror, anxiety churning in my stomach. My wedding dress, the one I had dreamt about for years, had looked perfect in the bridal shop. Now, hanging on my bedroom door, encapsulated in a fine white crepe, it felt surreal.
“Grace, how’s your dress looking?” Jack called from downstairs.
“Almost dressed!” I shouted back, my hands trembling as I smoothed the fabric.
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Beth, my soon-to-be sister-in-law, had offered to alter my dress for free weeks ago. Her reputation as a skilled seamstress preceded her, yet something about her offer felt off. But with our wedding budget maxed out, I accepted.
“I still can’t believe Beth is doing this for you,” Mom had said, with skepticism in her voice.
“Yeah, it’s very generous,” I had replied, masking my doubts.
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I slipped into the dress and began to zip it up, but something felt wrong. The bodice was misshapen, seams gaping. The delicate lace was crudely cut, threads hanging loose. My excitement turned to horror.
“Oh my God,” I whispered to myself, tears welling up.
“Grace, what’s wrong?” Jack asked from downstairs, concern in his voice.
“The dress is ruined,” I choked out, trying to hold back sobs.
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“What do you mean? Let me see. I want to check it myself,” he said, starting up the stairs.
“No, Jack, you can’t. It’s bad luck to see the dress before the wedding.”
“Are you sure? Maybe it’s not as bad as it looks,” he insisted, stopping at the door.
“It is. It’s destroyed. How could she let this happen?” I said, my voice breaking.
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“Are you sure it wasn’t a mistake?”
“No,” I said to myself as much as to Jack, my voice barely a whisper. “This isn’t just an accident. She butchered it.”
Jack’s voice softened. “We’ll figure it out, okay? We have to.”
I called Beth, hands trembling. “Beth, what happened to my dress?”
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“What do you mean?” she asked, feigning innocence.
“It’s destroyed. How could you let this happen?”
“Grace, calm down. I’m sure it’s not that bad. Maybe you’re overreacting.”
“I’m not overreacting. It’s unwearable.”
“Look, I’ll come over and fix it.”
“No, Beth. You’ve done enough.”
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I hung up, fury and despair warring within me. How could she do this? I thought of our strained conversations, her snide remarks. It all made sense now.
“I need to call my mom,” I said, my voice shaking.
Jack’s voice was firm through the door. “We’ll get through this, Grace. We won’t let her ruin our day.”
My parents arrived soon after, shocked and saddened by the state of the dress.
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“We’ll find a way,” my mom said, although her eyes reflected my own doubts.
The next few hours felt endless, filled with a whirlwind of emotions and desperate attempts to find a solution. The following day was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Instead, it felt like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.
As dawn broke the next day, I resolved to expose Beth’s deceit. She wouldn’t get away with this. Not on my wedding day.
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I decided to take matters into my own hands. I couldn’t let this ruin my wedding day. With no other choice, I rushed to the nearest bridal shop and bought a new dress. It wasn’t my dream dress, but it would have to do.
The wedding preparations went into overdrive. The air buzzed with excitement and the scent of fresh flowers. I slipped into my new dress, feeling both nervous and determined. The memory of the destroyed dress still stung, but today was my day.
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The guests arrived, their curious glances lingering on my gown. I spotted Beth among them, her eyes widening in shock. She quickly masked her reaction, but I saw the flicker of anger.
As the ceremony proceeded, we gathered for the official photos. My family lined up for the “all-family photograph,” everyone smiling for the camera. Beth stood beside me, her smile rigid. The photographer positioned us, urging us to hold our smiles.
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“Grace, why didn’t you wear the dress I altered for you?” Beth muttered through clenched teeth, her smile never wavering. “Do you not appreciate all the hard work I put into it?”
I kept my smile fixed, my voice low. “Beth, the dress was unwearable. It was completely ruined.”
“Ruined?” Beth hissed, her eyes glinting with malice. “I spent hours on that dress! You obviously don’t value my effort.”
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“Beth,” I said calmly, though my insides churned, “since you thought the altered dress was so well done, why don’t you wear it to your own wedding? Consider it my gift to you.”
Beth’s face turned a deep shade of red, but she held her smile for the camera. The photographer finally snapped the picture, everyone relaxed, and Beth stormed off to find space among the crowd of onlookers with Adam, her fiancé.
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I turned to the wedding videographer, who had been capturing candid moments. “Could you film over there?” I asked, pointing to Beth and Adam. “I want to remember everything about today, even the behind-the-scenes moments.”
The videographer nodded and moved closer to them, his camera discreetly in hand. A little while later, he approached Jack and me inconspicuously. “I think you’ll want to see this,” he said, showing us the footage on his camera.
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The video audio revealed Adam asking Beth, “Why are you so upset? Getting an $8,000 wedding dress for free is great news!”
Beth’s response was a low, bitter hiss. “No, I tried my best to make it ugly, and now it’s mine, she gave it to me. What am I supposed to do with a ruined wedding dress?”
My heart raced as I processed the confession. I turned to Jack, feeling both vindicated and saddened. He squeezed my hand, his eyes filled with support.
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“We need to show this to everyone,” Jack said.
We moved to the vestry to sign the marriage register, the minister guiding us through the formalities. The room was small, intimate, filled with family and close friends. The air felt thick with tension and anticipation.
The videographer positioned himself carefully, ready to capture everything. As the minister handed me the pen, I took a deep breath. “Before we continue, there’s something everyone needs to see,” I announced, my voice steady, and with a nod at the videographer.
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The videographer played the recording. Adam’s voice filled the room, asking Beth why she was upset about getting an expensive dress for free. Her response, full of frustration, was clear: “What am I supposed to do with a ruined wedding dress?”
Gasps filled the vestry. My family stared at Beth in shock, their disbelief turning to anger. Adam stepped away from Beth, his face a mask of confusion and humiliation.
“Beth, how could you?” my mom whispered, her voice trembling.
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Beth’s eyes darted around, but she found no support. “I just… I wanted a dress as nice as that for myself, but there’s no way in hell my family could afford it,” she muttered, her bravado crumbling.
“I’m so sorry, Grace,” my dad said, his voice heavy with regret. “We should have believed you.”
“It’s okay, Dad,” I replied, feeling a wave of relief.
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The minister cleared his throat, bringing us back to the moment. “Shall we proceed?” he asked gently.
With a renewed sense of solidarity, we signed the register. The burden of Beth’s betrayal was lifted, replaced by the warmth of family and friends who stood by us.
Beth stood alone, her reputation in tatters. As we left the vestry to continue the celebration, I glanced back at her, feeling a sense of closure.
Despite the drama, Jack and I enjoyed our wedding day, surrounded by love and support. The ordeal had made us stronger, more resilient.
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What would you have done?
Drew Barrymore and her grandfather’s friend Vincent Price together in 1984…Check c,o,m,m,e,n,t,s below
Even though there are dozens of different experts that work on the appearances of characters in movies, they aren’t immune to making mistakes. And in the end, viewers may catch these fails in makeup or costume choices that couldn’t have possibly existed during the time in which the movie was set.
We at Bright Side decided to watch some of our favorite movies and read some fashion history books to find the mistakes makeup artists and costume designers have made in popular films.
Gone with the Wind
No matter how trendy Scarlett O’Hara was, she couldn’t have predicted the clothing trends for decades in advance. Her famous slim-fitting red dress with feathers and rhinestones has nothing to do with Civil War fashion — it was inspired more by styles from the 1930s and 1940s.
Julius Caesar
In the 1953 film, most of the female characters wore extravagant bullet bras. In Ancient Rome, women would wear a strophium, a prototype for the modern bra, but these weren’t bullet bras.
Legends of the Fall
Trying to create a romantic look, costume designers ignored the historical facts. Brad Pitt’s character has beautiful blonde hair and facial hair but these things were unacceptable for the time period. More and more men were choosing to don big mustaches and short hair at this time.
King Arthur
The film, which is set in the fifth century, portrays knights in heavy metal armor. But until the fourteenth century, such armor was made of leather, and only mail armor was made of metal.
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
The film is about events that happened in the ’90s and the clothes look pretty accurate, however, they’re still not perfect. Dudley Dursley is wearing G-Unit shorts — a brand that was created by 50 Cent in 2003.
Hello, Dolly!
The movie is set in New York at the end of the nineteenth century when such a hairstyle, lip gloss, and eye makeup didn’t exist. But the movie still got 3 Oscars and became one of the most important films of the decade.
Queen Margot
Throughout the entire film, the characters are wearing beautiful dresses with open shoulders. They look great but in the sixteenth century, women never ignored shifts (or chemise in French). These pieces of clothing protected them from the cold, absorbed sweat, and were really easy to wash.
Another mistake costume designers made was the way the main character’s hair was let down. Based on the few portraits we have of Margaret of Valois, she had curly hair that she wore up.
The Danish Girl
The Danish Girl starts in 1926 but in the first half of the film, we see women in slim-fitting clothes that have nothing to do with the fashion of the 1920s.
At the beginning of the film, Gerda has a hairstyle that was actually quite outdated for the setting that favored waved or bobbed hair.
A Dangerous Method
In one scene, Keira Knightley appears only in her corset, which is a contradiction to the original rules that came along with wearing this piece of clothing. A woman would never wear a corset alone.
Bonus: Mary Queen of Scots
In Mary Queen of Scots, Saoirse Ronan is wearing asymmetric earrings, which were non-existent in sixteenth-century Scotland.
In your opinion, do you think such mistakes are serious or no big deal?
Preview photo credit A Dangerous Method / Recorded Picture Company
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