My MIL Called My Quiet Mom ‘Ugly’ at My Wedding – She Couldn’t Stand Up for Herself, but I DidMy mother-in-law branded my quiet mother “ugly” at my wedding, and I just

couldn’t let it go. I thought I had the ideal revenge plot, but when the backlash started, I realized I might have gone too far.For the hundredth time, I adjusted my veil as I stood in front of the mirror. My hands were trembling; perhaps from excitement or nerves? Mum appeared behind me, teary-eyed.

She whispered, “You look beautiful, Sophia.”I looked up at her, admiring her modest, black outfit. “Mom, thank you. You too have a wonderful appearance.”She fidgeted at her dress’s hem. “Are you sure it’s not too plain?” I told her, “It’s perfect,” “You’re perfect.”Mom gave me a grin, but I could see doubt in her eyes. Her preference was to

disappear into the background due to her bashful nature. But I wanted her to be the star of today. “Come on,” I replied, putting my arm around hers. “Let’s go knock ’em dead.”The event was a haze.

As I came down the aisle, Michael’s eyes met mine, and before I knew it, we were saying “I do.” We turned to face our guests, and that’s when I saw my new mother-in-law, Vivian, looking stunning in her jewel-encrusted gown.I was ecstatic to be at the reception. Michael and I went around introducing ourselves,

extending greetings and accepting congrats. Mom was standing at the punch bowl by herself, and she looked uneasy.I moved over. “Having fun?” She gave a nod, but her eyes did not grin. “Obviously, my dear. You look amazing in that dress.”“Mom, thank you. I — “ “Well, well,” someone interrupted. With a glass of champagne in hand, Vivian emerged. “Evelyn, dear, that’s certainly an… interesting choice of attire.” Mom’s face reddened.

“Oh, I’m very grateful. Vivian, your dress is equally gorgeous.”A small smirk formed on Vivian’s lips. “Yes, well, some of us like to make an effort for important occasions.”I started to bite back, but Mom grabbed my arm instead. Why don’t you go dance with Michael, Sophia? This day is unique for you.” I reluctantly left them, but I stayed close to Mom all night. She retreated to the room’s corners, appearing to get smaller.My phone buzzed the following morning when Michael and I were eating breakfast. Jen, my cousin, was there. She said, “Hey, how’s the newlywed?”Fantastic! even if I’m wornout.”