When Alexandra’s stepmother showed up at her wedding in a white dress, declaring she deserved attention, Alexandra braced for the inevitable drama. But her husband had a clever plan to turn the situation around in an unexpected way.
“These flowers need to be perfect,” Linda said, meticulously arranging them. “After all, it’s a big day for the family.”
I sat at the dining table, sipping my tea and trying to remain 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,” I replied.
Linda, my stepmother, came into my life when I was ten after my mom passed away. She loved being the center of attention, and today was no different.
