My Stepmom Came to My Wedding in a White Dress, Saying She ‘Deserves Attention Too’ – So My Husband Taught Her a Real Lesson

When Alexandra’s stepmom arrived at her wedding in a white dress, demanding attention, Alexandra braced for chaos. Her husband, Tom, had a clever plan to turn the tables.

“These flowers need to be perfect,” Linda said, arranging them dramatically. “It’s a big day for the family.”

I forced a smile. “They do look nice, Linda,” I replied.

Linda, my stepmother, loved being the center of attention. She came into my life when I was ten, after Mom passed away, and always made every event about herself.

As the wedding day approached, Linda requested to be seated in the front row and insisted on giving a speech. This was supposed to be a tribute to my mother.

Tom reassured me, “Trust me, I’ve got a plan.”

On the wedding day, Linda showed up in a full-length white dress. My fury was evident, but Tom whispered, “We’ll sort this out later.”

During the speeches, Tom took the microphone first. He shared a heartfelt video tribute to my late mother, which moved everyone to tears and shifted the focus back to where it belonged. Linda’s attempts to steal the spotlight were thwarted, and she left the hall embarrassed. Tom’s plan worked perfectly, ensuring our day was truly special.

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