After my husband passed, I raised my stepdaughter Christine (23) and biological daughter Hannah (22) together. With both girls planning weddings, I hoped for joy—but tension filled our home. Christine often seemed resentful, especially when Hannah excitedly shared her plans.

The real breaking point came days before Hannah’s wedding. Her \$1,500 gown was found torn—and Christine stood over it in tears, swearing she wasn’t responsible. After pressing her, the truth emerged: Christine had discovered that John, Hannah’s fiancé, was cheating and had ripped the dress himself to delay the wedding.

Confronted, John confessed. Devastated, Hannah ended the engagement. Christine, showing true sisterly love, offered to transform the ruined gown into a beautiful evening dress.

We held a family celebration in place of the wedding, and healing began. That day, Christine asked if Hannah and I would walk her down the aisle someday. “I’d be honored,” I said, as our family began to mend.