
My Best Friend Gave Me the Wrong Dress Code for Her Wedding – I Decided to Outplay Her Smartly
When Emily’s friend, Elle, gets engaged to her boyfriend, Brian, she is completely over the moon. Emily does everything she can to help Elle plan her dream wedding. But then Elle starts acting secretive and gives Emily a wedding invite with the incorrect dress code. Thankfully, a mutual colleague gives Emily the correct details, allowing her to show up to the wedding to teach Elle a lesson.
“I’m engaged, Em!” Elle said, rushing through my door while I was sitting on the couch and reading a book.

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“What?” I exclaimed, standing up to hug her tightly. “I’m so happy for you, my girl!”
Elle sat down on the couch and showed me her hand.
“Look at this rock!” she said.

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Of course, I was over the moon for her. We’d been through so much together, and now it was her turn to walk down the aisle.
For my wedding, a few years ago, Elle had been right by my side. She helped me plan every little detail, from the font on my wedding invitations to the menu selections.
“It’s more like you and Elle are getting married,” my husband, Grant, laughed one evening when I told him everything that Elle and I had planned.

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“Well, she’s been around longer than you,” I replied, showing him the mockup for our wedding invitations.
And it was true, Elle and I had been friends since our childhood, having lived on the same street and gone to the same kindergarten together.
We shared every major milestone, from awkward teenage years to college graduation, together.

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We even ended up working at the same company, making sure to have lunch and tea breaks together every day.
So, naturally, I expected her to be just as involved in her wedding planning as she was in mine.
“Brian and I don’t want to be engaged for too long,” she said one day at the office while we were having tea and pastries.

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“So, we’re planning for the wedding to be in a few months.”
“That’s a lot to do in a few months, Elle,” I said, sipping my tea.
“I know,” she agreed. “But you’ll help me!”

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As the weeks went by, Elle asked me for advice on the venue, the dance, and the flowers.
“I need it to be perfect, Em,” she said. “Brian and I are the only children of our parents, so this is the only chance they’re going to get to be parents of the bride and groom.”

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I helped her wherever I could. I booked visits of stunning venues that she could see. I booked her appointment with the florist who had done all the flowers at my wedding. And I arranged for her to meet my choreographer for her first dance with Brian.
“I don’t know how I could have done any of this without you,” Elle said, holding my hand.

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But that’s not the best part of this story.
Despite our shared history and all the assistance I had given Elle throughout her wedding planning process, she didn’t tell me anything about the actual wedding.
“I want to keep the location a secret,” she said sheepishly, a small smile on her face. “I want it to be a surprise. So, you’ll know when the invites come out.”

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And yet, when the invitations came out, I never received mine.
“Darling,” I asked Grant when I got home one day. “Did Elle’s wedding invitation come in the post?”
“No,” he said, looking up from his tablet. “Shouldn’t she have just given it to you?”

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“I thought so, but I’m not sure where our invitation is.”
“Ask her, love,” my husband said.
I was puzzled, but I didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

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So, I asked her directly.
“Oh, right,” she said, looking a bit uncomfortable. “I must have forgotten. I don’t have any on me at the moment, but I’ll bring one for you tomorrow!”
The next day, Elle handed me an invite. To my surprise, the dress code was “Mermaid.”

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“Like the cartoon character?” I said aloud.
It seemed bizarre, but Elle had always loved that cartoon, so I tried to rationalize it.
“Maybe she’s going for a whimsical theme?” I muttered, thinking about a mermaid-themed wedding.

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But still, I planned my outfit for Elle’s wedding.
It was about a week before the wedding when our colleague, Jane, and I were standing outside during one of our tea breaks and chatting.
“I’m actually looking forward to getting all dressed up,” Jane said. “It’s been a while since I put on a good pair of heels and did my makeup for fun and not work.”

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“What do you mean? Is your costume all sorted?” I asked.
“What costume?” Jane asked, her reaction priceless; she looked at me like I had lost my mind.
“Elle’s invitation said that the dress code was mermaid-themed,” I said.

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“I think she’s joking with you,” Jane laughed. “My invitation said ‘Cocktail’ as the dress code.”
My heart sank.
Elle was setting me up, but why?
For the next few days, I kept my head down, barely interacting with Elle.

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I was feeling sidelined and hurt. We’d always been honest with each other, so why was she doing this now?
I remembered how supportive she was during my wedding and couldn’t understand why she didn’t want me involved in hers.
On the day of the wedding, I arrived in a long, elegant gray dress.

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Grant and I sat at the back, away from the crowd, and we watched the beautiful ceremony unfold. I wondered why I wasn’t a bridesmaid.
But it was only during the reception, when Elle saw me, that the truth came out.

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“What the hell are you wearing?” she demanded when she saw me.
The guests around us glanced at us and each other, sensing the tension.
“You know, I really thought that ‘mermaids’ as the wedding theme was a bit extreme. But then Jane showed me her invitation.”

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Elle’s face went through a range of emotions, finally settling on a strained calm.
“Em… I guess it was a mistake,” she said.
“Stop pretending,” I said, my voice firm but gentle. “I’m your friend. It’s your wedding. What’s going on?”
She hesitated, her eyes darting around before finally meeting mine.

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“Em,” she said slowly. “I was afraid that you’d outshine me. Everyone keeps talking about how perfect your wedding was and how beautiful you looked. I didn’t want to feel like I was in your shadow on my own day.”
I looked at her carefully, trying to process her words.
“My own mother kept talking about how wonderful your wedding was and that I should listen to you about everything,” she continued.

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“Elle, you never had to compete with me. Your wedding is beautiful, and so are you. We’re friends, remember? I would never try to overshadow you.”
Tears welled up in her eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Em,” she choked. “I let my insecurities get the best of me.”
I pulled her into a hug.

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“Everything is perfect,” I said. “You’ve planned your dream wedding, and it has all fallen into place. Now, come on. Let’s enjoy this day together, like we’ve always done.”
The tension melted away, and the awkwardness dissolved as we shared a genuine moment of reconciliation.
Grant and I sat at a table away from the crowd.

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“Are things okay with you and Elle?” Grant asked me.
“I think so,” I smiled. “But I think that there’s bigger things we need to discuss, too. I just want to make sure that we’re on the right page. That can wait until after her honeymoon.”
My husband took my hand and squeezed it gently.

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What would you have done?
Wisdom in Nature: Three Tales About Kindness, Patience, and Potential

Nature often holds lessons that resonate deeply with us, offering insights into patience, potential, and kindness.
These three tales, of a humble tortoise, a lost eagle, and a bond between a dove and an ant, show us how wisdom is all around us if we choose to see it.

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The Tortoise and the Hare: A Tale of Patience Over Haste
Once, in a forest that hummed with life and laughter, a hare darted through the trees, his sleek coat gleaming in the sunlight. He was the fastest animal in the forest, and he never missed a chance to remind everyone of it.
“I’m the fastest there is!” he boasted, chest puffed out. “Who could ever beat me? None of you slowpokes even come close!”
The other animals rolled their eyes, weary of his bragging. All except for one.

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The tortoise.
He was known for his calm demeanor and thoughtful nature.
One day, as the hare prattled on about his speed, the tortoise raised his head.
“I may be slow, but I believe I could beat you in a race.”
The forest fell silent.

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The hare blinked, then burst out laughing.
“You? Beat me? That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard! Alright, let’s race. I’ll show you just how foolish that idea is.”
Word spread, and soon, animals from all corners of the forest gathered to watch the race. The starting line buzzed with excitement as the tortoise and the hare took their positions.
“Ready, set… go!”

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The hare bolted, kicking up a cloud of dirt as he sped ahead. In moments, he was out of sight, the cheers of the crowd ringing in his ears. The tortoise, however, began with slow, deliberate steps, inching forward at his own pace.
Certain of his victory, the hare soon spotted a shady tree near the finish line.
“Why not rest a bit?” he thought, smirking. “That old tortoise won’t be here for hours.”
He stretched out beneath the tree and dozed off, his dreams filled with glory.

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Meanwhile, the tortoise plodded on, unwavering and steady. The sun dipped lower, painting the forest in hues of gold as he finally reached the tree where the hare lay sleeping.
Without a glance, the tortoise trudged past, his eyes fixed on the finish line ahead.
When the hare woke, he yawned and stretched, confident he still had plenty of time. But his heart sank as he spotted the tortoise just steps away from victory.

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Panic surged through him, and he bolted toward the finish line, his legs pumping furiously. But it was too late. With one final step, the tortoise crossed the line, greeted by a roar of cheers from the animals.
The hare skidded to a halt, his ears drooping.
“I… I underestimated you,” he admitted, his voice low.
The tortoise smiled, his gaze kind.

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“Slow and steady wins the race,” he said. “Patience and perseverance will always triumph over arrogance and haste.”
From that day on, the hare learned to respect others’ efforts, and the tortoise’s lesson was passed down for generations, a beacon of wisdom in the heart of the forest.

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The Eagle and the Chicks: Unleashing True Potential
On a quiet farm nestled in a valley, a farmer stumbled across something extraordinary.
An eagle’s egg lying abandoned near his barn.
He couldn’t leave it there, exposed to the elements, so he gently placed it in the nest with his chickens.
Time passed, and the eagle’s egg hatched alongside the chicken’s eggs. With no knowledge of who he truly was, the young eagle grew up scratching the dirt for seeds and fluttering his wings for short, awkward flights, just like the other chickens.

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Years went by, and the eagle accepted his life among the flock. He didn’t question it, until one bright afternoon, when a shadow swept across the ground.
Looking up, he saw a majestic eagle soaring high above, its wings slicing through the sky with power and grace.
“What’s that?” he asked one of the chickens, his heart stirring with something unfamiliar.

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“That’s an eagle,” the chicken replied. “They’re kings of the sky. But don’t think about it… we’re just chickens. Forget about it.”
The eagle sighed, his gaze falling back to the ground. He pecked at the dirt, burying the strange feeling deep inside.
One day, a wise traveler passed by the farm and stopped in his tracks when he saw the eagle among the chickens. His brow furrowed.

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“Why is this eagle living like a chicken?”
“He’s always been here,” the farmer replied. “He doesn’t know he’s an eagle.”
The traveler couldn’t accept that. Determined to show the eagle his true potential, he gently scooped him up and carried him to a high cliff overlooking the valley.
“Spread your wings,” the traveler said, his voice firm but kind. “You are not a chicken. You’re an eagle. You were born to soar.”

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The eagle hesitated, his talons gripping the rocky edge. The ground below seemed safe, familiar. The sky was vast and terrifying.
“What if I fall?” he whispered.
“Oh, but what if you fly?” the traveler countered, stepping back.
The eagle took a deep breath, the wind rustling through his feathers. Slowly, he spread his wings, feeling their strength for the first time. With a leap of faith, he launched himself into the air.

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For a moment, fear gripped him. Then the wind caught beneath his wings, lifting him higher and higher. He soared, his heart bursting with exhilaration.
From that day forward, the eagle embraced the sky as his home. He never returned to the farm, carrying with him the lesson that sometimes, all it takes is a push, and the courage to trust yourself, to discover who you truly are.

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The Dove and the Ant: Kindness Always Comes Back
One afternoon, an ant wandered along a stream, searching for food.
She paused at the edge, leaning down for a sip of water. Suddenly, her foot slipped, and she tumbled into the rushing current.
The water swept her away, her small legs flailing against the force.
“Help!” she cried, but her voice was drowned out by the roar of the stream.

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High above, a dove perched on a tree branch, preening her feathers. Her sharp eyes spotted the struggling ant below. Without hesitation, she plucked a broad leaf from the tree and dropped it into the water.
The ant clung to the leaf as it floated to safety. Dripping and exhausted, she looked up at the dove.
“Thank you, kind dove,” the ant said, her tiny voice trembling. “I won’t forget this.”
Days later, the dove rested on the same tree, basking in the golden sunlight. She didn’t notice the hunter approaching silently with a slingshot in hand, his eyes fixed on her.

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Hidden in the grass below, the ant saw the danger. Remembering the dove’s kindness, she raced toward the hunter and climbed up his leg. With all her strength, she bit down on his ankle.
“Ow!” the hunter shouted, dropping the slingshot and stumbling backward. Startled by the commotion, the dove flew off, her wings cutting through the air.
Later, the dove circled back to the ant, her eyes shining with gratitude.
“You saved my life,” she said softly.

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“And you saved mine first,” replied the ant. “Kindness always finds a way to return.”
The tortoise taught us that patience and perseverance can overcome even the greatest odds. The eagle reminded us that sometimes we need a little push to discover our true potential.
And the ant and the dove showed us that even the smallest act of kindness can ripple into something extraordinary. These tales from nature remind us of life’s timeless wisdom, lessons that guide us to live with integrity, courage, and compassion.

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What do you think?
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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