My Daughter Knit My Wedding Dress – Just Hours Before the Ceremony, I Found It Ruined and Knew Exactly Who Did It

“Lily, it doesn’t have to be perfect, my darling. It just has to be ours.

Now, tell me what you need from me.”

We worked together, her fingers moving quickly despite the tremor in her hands. She reknit sections where the yarn had been pulled apart, leaving the repairs visible instead of hiding them.

When she finished, she held it up — patched and imperfect — and smiled anyway.

“She tried to ruin it,” Lily whispered. “But she didn’t get to.”

When I walked down the aisle that afternoon, the wind caught the hem of the dress and lifted it slightly, just enough to make it flutter.

The yarn held strong.

So did we.

Lily sat in the front row, her back straight, and her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her eyes followed every step I took, and when I reached the altar, she gave me a nod.

It felt like a promise.

Daniel took my hands and leaned in.

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