Penny finds that the dress her daughter spent months knitting is ruined on the morning of her wedding.
She has to decide whether to face the past or safeguard the future as time is running out and guests are downstairs. This is a subdued tale about love, sabotage, and the bonds that unite us.
None of the twenty-three individuals in my home that morning saw my daughter sobbing in the laundry room.
Lily was squatting next to the dryer, knees pulled to her chest, face buried in the sleeve of her sweatshirt, and I just discovered her by chance.
She was making an effort to be quiet, as kids learn to do when they don’t want to cause trouble for the adults in their lives.
That morning, there were twenty-three persons in my home.
Every breath sounded painful, and her shoulders lifted and fell erratically.
I knelt next to her and encircled her with my arms from behind. I didn’t hurry her. I didn’t have any inquiries. I simply held her as I had in the past, when she was younger and still had nightmares that sent her pacing the hallway in the middle of the night.”Mom, I checked it again,” Lily said. “Just before bed last night. It remained flawless. “I swear!”
I didn’t hurry her. I didn’t have any inquiries.
My stomach fell. She didn’t have to explain.
My daughter was discussing my wedding gown.
My wedding gown was crocheted by Lily; after months of devoted, tiny stitches, my sorrow was transformed into something resilient and gentle. I had hung it as if it were made of glass in the closet upstairs.
My daughter was discussing my wedding gown.
For me, she had made it. as well as for herself.”It doesn’t make sense,” she remarked in a tiny voice. “Why would someone do that?”
I understood the truth, but I didn’t have a response I wanted to express aloud.
I made my way upstairs.”Why would someone do that?”
I realized it wasn’t an accident as soon as I opened the door. Instead of being snagged, the bodice had been torn, with stitches yanking out in furious lines. Additionally, there was a dark red stain that didn’t appear to be a spill across the skirt.
It appeared as though someone poured while standing over it.
I turned to embrace Lily after she made a harsh, breaking sound behind me.She coughed out, “Are you upset with me?”
Additionally, there was a dark red stain that didn’t appear to be a spill across the skirt.Holding her face in my hands, I murmured, “No, baby.” “I’m mad at the person who did this.”
And I already knew who it was.
She seemed to be satisfied with that. With a nod, she got up and used the back of her hand to wipe her cheeks before making her way to the kitchen.
I remained motionless for an additional moment, breathing through the knot in my chest. I got up and headed downstairs after that.I’m furious with whoever did this.
The house had felt packed earlier that morning, both positively and negatively.
The aroma of toasted bagels combined with hairspray and perfume. Family members I hadn’t seen in years floated through the living room with paper cups of orange juice and congratulated me in a way that was halfway between sincere and required.
Every few minutes, a woman’s voice drifted down the hallway, wondering if anybody had seen her shoes. Someone had music playing gently from a phone balanced on the counter.
The house had felt packed earlier that morning, both positively and negatively.
Daniel, my soon-to-be groom, patiently stood by the coffee pot while my Aunt Sheryl described how happy everyone would have been to see me settled down once more.Daniel, it’s all because of you.””I’m just happy to be here,” he said with a kind smile.
Daniel was that person. He never attempted to occupy more room than was provided.”I’m just happy to be here,” he remarked.
Lily waited for him to leave the room after he proposed, then she climbed up on the couch next to me. She whispered as she leaned into my shoulder.Yes, Mom, you can. I like him.
She presented me with an idea two weeks later that gave me a headache.She twisted her fingers together and said, “Mommy.” “Would it be okay if I knit your wedding dress?”
Lily climbed onto the couch next to me after waiting for him to leave the room.What the devil! You’d want to…””The dress, Mom,” Lily remarked, nearly rolling her eyes. “I am aware that it is a lot. I want it to be from me, but it will take some time. I want to make you something to wear. Would you please?
I sobbed. I made no attempt to stop myself.I want to make you something to wear. Would you please?
I gave her the knitting needles that I had been keeping since the year her father, my first husband, passed away that evening. Brandon was never able to personally present them to her.
However, I recall that Brandon had shown her how to knit with chopsticks when she was a little girl. They had a mutual interest in knitting, and our daughter had taken to it right away.
Brandon was never able to personally present them to her.
The needles I had been gripping were made of polished, smooth birch wood that felt pleasant to the touch. Lily’s name and two words were carved near the ends:”Love, Dad.”
After his passing, I had selected the engraving in the hopes that it would one day give her a sense of intimacy with him once more.”Love, Dad.”
When I gave them to her, she pulled her lips together and took a deep breath while running her fingertips over the engraving.Mom, I’ll make it good. I swear.
She did, too.
Every afternoon after school, my daughter worked on that outfit, making corrections without complaining and silently counting rows. The yarn gradually transforms into something recognizable—something simultaneously tough and delicate.
She did, too.
Lily stood back and cocked her head when I put it on for the first time, assessing it expertly.Mom, you look like the greatest version of yourself.”
She could not have complimented me more highly.
The night before the wedding, Daniel’s older sister Clara showed up. She had a knack of making people straighten their backs when she walked into a room. She gave me a fleeting smile, gave Daniel a quick embrace, and then made herself comfortable in the guest room.
She could not have complimented me more highly.
The dress hanging on the mannequin in the room’s corner caught her attention.Oh, that’s… lovely.””Clara, Lily made it,” I remarked. “Isn’t it special?”
Clara nodded while slowly scanning the stitches with her eyes.Isn’t it unique?”I suppose it’s extremely homespun.
It was a word that hung around too long.
She stopped staring at it rather than merely glancing over it. Then she said, “So, it will be here all night?” in an overly casual manner.”Yes,” I said. Her mouth contracted as if she had gained some insight.It’ll be here all night, then.”
Clara was now by the improvised mimosa bar that Aunt Sheryl had insisted on. She was fiddling with orange slices as if appearance was more important than morality.Hallway, Clara. “Now.”
After blinking once, she followed calmly, as if she had done nothing at all.
I shut the door after us.
She followed after blinking once.My dress was torn when I opened the closet this morning. Red wine was poured down the skirt once the bodice stitches were removed.”
Clara glanced briefly in the direction of the stairs.”Don’t,” I said. “I’m not inquiring. I can assure you that it was you.
She laughed. “That is a serious accusation.”I’m not inquiring. I assure you that I am certain it was you.You did something very severe. Furthermore, you failed to even tidy up after yourself.
Her nostrils widened.”Last night’s pinot?” I asked. “The one Daniel put away?”
I moved closer by one step.You did something very severe. You didn’t even tidy up after yourself.In the kitchen, it’s still capped. However, your bathroom garbage contains an empty bottle with the same deep maroon stain.
Clara’s jaw dropped. Nothing emerged.Something my kid did with her hands was damaged by you. Something that she created with her father in mind.
At last, Clara lost her cool.
However, your bathroom garbage contains an empty bottle.I was keeping my brother safe. This wedding looked cheap because of the dress. That youngster is being used as an anchor by you—”Quit. You doused a twelve-year-old’s labor with alcohol.
There was silence in the corridor.
Sharp as a snapped thread, Aunt Sheryl’s voice burst from the doorway behind me.This wedding looked cheesy because of that attire.”Did you just mention that the young girl’s outfit was soaked with wine?
Turning, Clara found herself in a corner.
Aunt Sheryl entered the hall completely.You’re downstairs setting out oranges while Lily is in there screaming.”
Clara stood up straight. “This is none of your business.”Did you just mention that the young girl’s outfit was soaked with wine?”Oh,” Aunt Sheryl responded, “it is now.” Then she called, “Daniel. Come here. Right now.” without taking her eyes off Clara.
When Daniel spotted mine, his bewilderment vanished from his face as he emerged at the end of the hallway.What’s happening?
I kept my expression unsoftened.Daniel. Come on over here. At the moment.”Lily’s dress was ruined by Clara. She doused it with wine and tore the stitches. She recently acknowledged that she did it to “protect” you.
Daniel looked at Clara as if he had never seen her before.Don’t tell me you did.
Clara raised her chin.I took the necessary action.She doused it with wine and tore the stitches.
Daniel became motionless.He pointed to the stairs and said, “Then you can do the next thing, too.” “You’re going up there, you’re apologizing, and you’re staring Lily in the eye. And you’re going to leave after that.”Daniel—””Now,” he said. Not too loud. Louder than worse. Lastly,After that, you’re heading out.”
Despite the tightening of her face, Clara moved.
Lily was sitting upstairs, the damaged dress resting in her lap. Clara’s eyes widened as if anticipating more blow as she entered the threshold.
Clara took a swallow.Lily… I ought not to have touched it.
Clara took a swallow.
Lily remained silent. She simply held onto the yarn.Express regret.
Clara’s lips tightened. “I’m… sorry.”
Behind her, Daniel held the door open.”Go,” he said. “And don’t ever come near my wife or Lily again.”
Lily remained silent.
Clara turned and left.I made an effort to mend it,” Lily muttered. “I thought maybe if I pulled the stitches back…””It can’t be fixed the same way, baby girl,” I remarked. “But it can be altered.”It won’t be flawless, mom. It might appear…
absurd.”I said, “Baby girl, it can’t be fixed the same way.”It doesn’t have to be flawless, Lily, my love. It simply must belong to us. Tell me what you need from me now.
Despite the shaking in her hands, her fingers worked fast as we collaborated. In places where the yarn had been torn apart, she reknit, revealing the repairs rather than concealing them.
She held it up when she was done, patched and flawed, but she still grinned.”She attempted to sabotage it,” Lily muttered. “But she didn’t get to.”It doesn’t have to be flawless, Lily, my love. It simply must belong to us.
That afternoon, as I was walking down the aisle, the breeze grabbed the dress’s hem and lifted it just enough to cause it to flutter. The yarn was sturdy.
We also did.
With her back straight and her hands firmly clenched in her lap, Lily sat in the front row. Her gaze followed each step I made, and she nodded to me as I arrived at the altar.
The yarn was sturdy.
It had the feel of a pledge.
Daniel leaned in and took my hands.Pen, you look stunning.”I repeated what my daughter had said: “I feel like the best version of myself.”
It seemed like a commitment.Then we’re off to a good start,” he remarked, grinning more broadly.
Lily located me next to the garden archway after the ceremony. Without saying anything, she put her arms around my waist and pushed her cheek against my side.
Behind us, the clink of glasses and laughter were indistinct. Lily clung to me as if she wanted evidence of my authenticity. I kept her back just as firmly.Then we’re off to a good start,” he remarked.
Daniel and I stood barefoot in the kitchen later that evening after the last visitor had left and Lily had fallen asleep.”I can’t stop thinking about her face,” he muttered. “Like hurting a child was just… reasonable.”
I tightened my cardigan’s wrap.She wished to destroy the day.
In the kitchen, Daniel and I stood barefoot.
Daniel gave a single shake of his head.He drew me in and added, “She didn’t get to.” “What Lily did for us cannot be undone by anyone. Never.
And because there wasn’t a dress binding us together, my chest relaxed for the first time all day.
It was that my husband didn’t hesitate when someone came for my child. He picked us.