My mother-in-law replaced my wedding dress with a clown costume, so I wore it anyway. The morning of my wedding, I unzipped the garment bag holding the dress I’d spent eight months choosing. The one I’d saved for. The one that was supposed to make me feel like a bride. Instead, I found bright colors, oversized fabric… and a red nose. My maid of honor, Sarah, froze. “What is this?” I just stared at it—and then I laughed. Because I knew exactly who was behind it.
Chapter 1: The Punchline The heavy brass zipper of the white garment bag hummed a metallic, final note as my maid of honor, Sarah, pulled it downward. The morning light filtering into the bridal suite at The Rosewood Estate was soft, golden, and thick with the scent of hairspray and white lilies. My heart fluttered…
