Michael cleared his throat. “I’m so sorry for what my mother said, Evelyn. It was completely out of line.”
“Thank you, Michael. But it’s not your apology to make.”
We sat in silence for a moment before Mom spoke again. “Sophia, I appreciate you wanting to defend me. But this isn’t the way. We need to be better than that.”
I felt tears prick my eyes. “I’m sorry, Mom. I just… I love you so much, and it kills me to see anyone treat you badly.”
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She pulled me into a hug. “I know, sweetie. I love you too. But sometimes, the best revenge is living well and being happy.”
As we left Mom’s house, I felt somewhat ashamed, but also relieved. Michael squeezed my hand.
“So, what now?” he asked.
I took a deep breath. “Now, I guess I need to make this right. Even if your mom doesn’t deserve it.”
He nodded. “We’ll do it together.”
The next day, we invited Vivian over. She swept into our apartment, her face a storm cloud.
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“Well?” she demanded. “Are you going to fix those atrocious photos?”
I took a deep breath. “Vivian, I owe you an apology. I asked the photographer to edit those photos to make you look bad.”
Her eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in fury. “How dare you — “
“I’m not finished,” I cut in. “I did it because I found out what you said about my mother at the wedding. Calling her ugly? That was cruel and uncalled for.”
Vivian’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. Michael stepped in.
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“Mom, what you said was hurtful. Evelyn is part of our family now, and she deserves respect.”
For a moment, I thought Vivian might explode. But then, something shifted in her expression.
“I… I suppose I may have been out of line,” she admitted grudgingly.
“We all were,” I said. “So maybe we can start over? I’ll have the photos fixed, and you could apologize to my mom?”
Vivian hesitated, then nodded. “I suppose that’s… fair.”
It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start. As Vivian left, Michael pulled me into a hug.
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“I’m proud of you,” he murmured.
I smiled into his chest. “Thanks. I just hope this is the beginning of something better.”
***
The next week, we all met for dinner — me, Michael, Mom, and Vivian. It was awkward at first, but as the night wore on, the tension began to ease.
I watched as Mom and Vivian cautiously found common ground, sharing stories about their children. It wasn’t friendship, not yet, but it was something.
As we said our goodbyes, Vivian pulled me aside.
“Sophia,” she said, her voice low. “I… I’m sorry. For what I said, and for how I’ve acted. You’re good for my son, and… well, I hope we can move past this.”
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I nodded, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders. “I’d like that.”
As we drove home, Michael grinned at me. “Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
I laughed. “No, I guess not. But let’s never do anything like this again, okay?”
He squeezed my hand. “Deal.”
I leaned back in my seat, thinking about the journey we’d been on. From a perfect wedding day to family drama and back again. It wasn’t easy, but maybe that’s what family was all about — the messy, complicated, beautiful reality of loving people, flaws and all.
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