My sister Danielle begged my 17-year-old son Adrian to design her wedding dress, promising praise and a front-row seat. Adrian poured months of effort into the gown, enduring constant criticism and revisions. At the final fitting, the dress was stunning—even our mom cried. Then, just days before the wedding, Adrian realized he hadn’t been invited. Danielle dismissed it as an “adults-only” event. Adrian was crushed. When I confronted her, she coldly insisted he’d understand.
I told her plainly: “If Adrian’s not welcome, you’re not getting the dress.” She accused me of ruining her big day, claiming the dress was a “gift.” But respect is part of any gift—and she’d shown none.