Seams were ripped open, lace torn, and beads scattered across the carpet.
Sammy walked in early and collapsed beside the ruined fabric. When Molly muttered that it was “just a stupid dress,” something broke. Diane took Molly’s phone, called Amy, and learned that reconstructing what could be saved would cost about six thousand dollars. Diane then told her daughter she would pay for it with the money she had been saving for a car. Molly screamed that it was unfair, but Diane and I held firm. Trying on the dress after being told no, then cutting it, had been a choice, not an accident.
Molly eventually transferred the money. Amy gathered the torn pieces and promised to honor Linda’s work as best she could. The final dress may not look exactly as Linda designed it, but her hands are still in most of it. Actions have consequences, especially when something sacred is destroyed out of selfishness. The lesson, I hope, will last longer than the anger of that afternoon.
