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

“I feel… like the best version of myself,” I said, echoing my daughter’s words.

“Then we’re starting off right,” he said, his smile deepening.

After the ceremony, Lily found me near the garden archway.

Her arms wrapped around my waist without a word, and she pressed her cheek into my side.

The laughter and clink of glasses blurred behind us. Lily held on like she needed proof I was real. I held her back just as tight.

Later that night, after the last guest had gone and Lily was asleep, Daniel and I stood barefoot in the kitchen.

“I keep thinking about her face,” he said quietly.

“Like hurting a child was just… reasonable.”

I wrapped my cardigan tighter.

“She wanted to ruin today.

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