Emily’s wedding was flawless—until she tried to charge her bridesmaids for their own dresses.
She’d picked out stunning gowns for us, never hinting we’d have to pay. “You look incredible!” she gushed as we twirled in our $1,200 dresses.
Then, mid-reception, she dropped the bomb: “Just send me the money for the dresses by next week.”
Stunned silence. Then outrage.
Before we could protest, karma arrived—in the form of a wedding cake so huge it needed its own zip code. Emily turned pale reading the invoice. “This can’t be right!”
The irony wasn’t lost on us.
We didn’t pay for the dresses, but we did help her salvage the cake disaster. The night ended with guests laughing over the absurdity, and Emily learning that friendship isn’t about dollar signs.
