My Stepsister Asked Me to Sew Dresses for Her Six Bridesmaids–Then Refused to Pay Me

She raised her eyebrows. “Payment? What payment?”

“You said you’d reimburse me for materials. Plus, we never discussed labor. Professional seamstresses charge.”

“Oh honey, you’re serious? This is obviously your wedding gift to me! What else were you planning to give me? A picture frame? A blender?”

“Jade, I used money meant for Max’s winter clothes. His coat doesn’t fit anymore. I need that money back…”

“Don’t be dramatic. It’s not like you have an actual job. You’re just sitting at home all day. I basically gave you a fun little project.”

Her words hit like ice water.

I cried in my car for thirty minutes before driving home. Rio wanted to confront her, but I begged him not to.

The wedding was beautiful. Jade looked stunning in her designer gown, but my dresses stole the spotlight. Guests gushed over them, and I saw Jade’s jaw tighten each time.

Then I overheard her whispering to a friend: “Honestly, the dresses were basically free labor. My stepsister’s desperate for something to occupy her time. Some people are just easy to manipulate!”

Her friend laughed. “That’s genius. Free designer work.”

My face burned with rage.

Minutes before the first dance, Jade appeared at my table, frantic.

“Amelia, emergency! Please help me.”For illustrative purposes only
She dragged me to the restroom. Her designer gown had split completely down the back seam, exposing her lace underwear.

“Oh my God!”