My mother-in-law replaced my wedding dress with a clown costume, so I decided to wear it anyway.
On the morning of my wedding, I opened the cover containing the dress I had spent eight months choosing. The dress I saved up for. The dress that should make me feel like a bride.
Instead I found bright colors, overly large fabric... and a red clown nose.
My bridesmaid, Sarah, was paralyzed.
What is this?
I just looked at him.
And then I laughed.
Because I knew exactly who was behind it.
### Chapter 1: The Joke
The heavy brass zipper of the white case made a metallic sound when Sarah opened it completely.
The morning light gently entered the wreckead suite of The Rosewood Estate. The air smelled of lacquer for white hair and lilies.
My heart was beating strongly.
The time had come to see the dress.
The ivory silk dress that had taken eight months to find.
The dress I had emptied almost all my savings for.
The dress that was to transform a common social worker into a fairy tale bride.
Sarah pulled the protective plastic away.
His breathing was immediately cut.
All the blood disappeared from his face.
“What the hell is that?” he whispered.
I walked away from the mirror and walked to the closet.
My eyes slowly ran through the perch.
There was no ivory silk.
There was no lace.
Instead of my dream dress I hung a nightmare made with cheap fabrics.
A yellow and red shirt with bright stripes.
A huge polka dots.
Neon green straps.
A multicolored hair wig.
And at the bottom of the bag, a red foam nose next to huge plastic shoes.
My three bridesmaids stood still.
The room was completely silent.
I felt a void open in my chest.
Then something went up my throat.
It wasn't a cry.
It was not a scream.
It was a laugh.
A dry, incredulous laugh.
