She exploded, demanding the gown back. I told her it was for sale — $800, fair price for custom work. A grateful bride named Mia saw its worth and bought it within hours. Adrian finally felt seen, his work cherished by someone who truly appreciated it.
Danielle tried to backtrack, but it was too late. On her wedding day, Adrian and I had pancakes while Mia wore his creation with pride. Later, Adrian smiled and said, “Maybe Aunt Danielle did me a favor.” He learned his value — and that his mother would always have his back.
