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

Daniel shook his head once.

“She didn’t get to,” he said, pulling me close. “No one can rewrite what Lily did for us. Not ever.”

And for the first time all day, my chest loosened — because the thing holding us together wasn’t a dress.

It was the fact that when someone came for my child, my husband didn’t hesitate.

He chose us.

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