Am I to Blame for Ruining My Friend’s Wedding after I Wore a ‘Gold’ Dress to It?

Hey everyone, I’m here with a bit of a story and maybe seeking some advice—or just venting, honestly. Yesterday, my best friend Dan tied the knot with his wife, Lauren. It was meant to be a beautiful day of love and celebration, but it turned out to be a complete nightmare.

Dan and I go way back to high school days, and through all these years, our friendship has been nothing but platonic, seriously, zero romantic stuff. Despite this, Lauren, his new wife, has never really warmed up to me. I’ve always felt this tension from her side, even though I’ve tried my best to be friendly and supportive.

They did invite me to their wedding, which was a relief in itself, and the theme was “Warm tone garden party.” We were encouraged to wear earthy warm colors, so I thought, “Okay, this is simple enough,” and picked out a dress that I believed was perfect. Little did I know, my choice of outfit would end up causing so much drama.

Just when I thought the night couldn’t get any better, things took a sharp turn. During the reception, Lauren pulled me aside, and her expression was far from the joyful bride I had seen walking down the aisle. “I cannot believe you would wear gold to my wedding,” she hissed, her words slicing through the festive music.

The crash was spectacular and horrifying all at once. Everyone in the room gasped as she fell, and decor scattered around her, drawing all eyes to the spectacle.

Source: Anomama

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