When my wife opened our friends’ wedding invitation, she froze. At the bottom of the RSVP card, in dramatic handwriting, were the words: “Ladies — please wear white, wedding dresses welcome!” We were baffled. Everyone knows you don’t wear white to a wedding. When I called the groom, my old friend David, he explained the truth: Emily’s mother, Dorothy, had been planning for months to upstage her daughter by wearing her own wedding gown. Emily’s brilliant counterattack? Invite every woman to wear white so her mother would never stand out.
The idea spread like wildfire. Women pulled dresses out of storage, borrowed from friends, and even raided thrift shops. By the wedding day, the chapel was buzzing with excitement, every corner shimmering with white fabric and lace. Then Dorothy arrived. She stepped out of her car in a rhinestone-studded gown with a glittering tiara, her train sweeping dramatically behind her.
She walked in expecting gasps of admiration but instead, the room turned to reveal a crowd of women already dressed as brides. Dorothy’s face fell. “This is shameful!” she snapped, only for her husband to mutter, “But… you’re wearing white too, honey.” And then came the final twist. The doors opened, and Emily entered — radiant in a gown of deep red and gold.
She glowed like a phoenix, brilliant and untouchable, her smile pure triumph. Dorothy stayed silent the entire ceremony, her plan completely ruined. Meanwhile, the rest of us danced, laughed, and toasted to Emily’s genius. She hadn’t just outsmarted her mother — she proved that sometimes the best revenge is refusing to let anyone steal your light.
