But before I could move, she did.
One graceful step forward. A little laugh.
“Oh, you’re too kind! How lovely of you!”
I stood there, the smile still on my face, though my heart ached.
My husband looked torn, starting to speak, but I stopped him with a gentle squeeze of his hand.
“Let her have it,” I whispered. “Some things don’t need to be said tonight.”
Because sometimes silence is not surrender.
It’s strategy.
5. The Morning After
The next morning, I woke to notifications lighting up my phone.
She had posted photos from the party — dozens of them — tagging me in nearly every one.
She captioned them:
“So blessed to share the same taste as my lovely daughter-in-law 💕 #FamilyTwins #HalloweenDinner”
The comments poured in fast:
“You two look so alike — but your daughter-in-law looks younger!”
“Oh wow, same outfit? That’s… bold.”
“You shouldn’t compete with her, you’re beautiful in your own way!”