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My MIL ordered me a dress four sizes too small for her anniversary party, then laughed when I said it wouldn\u2019t fit. I bought my own dress instead. But at the party, I overheard two women talking about the dresses Clara had chosen for them, and suddenly realized mine wasn\u2019t the only one with secrets. The dress was gorgeous. That was the hardest part. My MIL ordered me a dress four sizes too small for her anniversary party. Deep blue satin, slender waist, delicate sleeves, the kind of outfit I might have picked out for myself before pregnancy altered what felt comfortable. My baby was three months old. So when Clara called while I was at a department store and mentioned she had already bought mine for her 40th anniversary dinner, I agreed to wait. She had already bought mine for her 40th anniversary dinner. Then I checked the label. The digits were so far off from my actual size that I assumed the boutique had made a ridiculous mistake. I stepped into the garment anyway. It jammed before I could pull it over my hips. The digits were so far from my actual size. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, one arm still trapped awkwardly in the material. My baby began crying from the bassinet. \u201cYeah,\u201d I muttered. \u201cI know.\u201d I peeled the dress off, packed it back into the box, and called Clara. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, one arm still trapped awkwardly in the material. She picked up on the second ring. \u201cDid it show up?\u201d \u201cYes. I think they sent the wrong size.\u201d There was a silence. Then Clara chuckled. \u201cNo, honey. That\u2019s yours.\u201d I sat on the corner of the bed. \u201cClara, I can\u2019t even get it on.\u201d \u201cNo, honey. That\u2019s yours.\u201d \u201cI know. The celebration is two weeks away,\u201d she stated. \u201cPlenty of time.\u201d \u201cFor what?\u201d Another small laugh. \u201cIt\u2019s time for you to lose weight.\u201d I glanced toward the bassinet. My daughter had one tiny fist next to her cheek and the deeply offended look she wore whenever the world failed to feed her fast enough. \u201cIt\u2019s time for you to lose weight.\u201d \u201cClara, I had a child three months ago.\u201d \u201cAnd?\u201d \u201cAnd I\u2019m not dropping four dress sizes in a fortnight.\u201d \u201cThen perhaps you\u2019ll finally have some drive.\u201d I stayed silent. Clara pressed on. \u201cMy son has always kept himself in shape. The least you could do is put in some effort too.\u201d \u201cThen perhaps you\u2019ll finally have some drive.\u201d \u201cAn effort?\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t turn this into a production. Eat less. Walk more. You\u2019ve had months.\u201d \u201cMonths?\u201d \u201cJennifer, when was the last time you actually looked at yourself?\u201d I hung up.<\/p>\n
Simon walked through the door an hour later. I was nursing the baby on the couch when he spotted the dress box. \u201cDon\u2019t turn this into a production. Eat less. Walk more. You\u2019ve had months.\u201d \u201cIs that the legendary anniversary gown?\u201d I stared at him. \u201cYour mother ordered it four sizes too small.\u201d Simon paused mid-motion while taking off his jacket. \u201cBy accident?\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d His expression fell. I told him everything else. The mockery. The two-week deadline. The hint that his wife needed to become more visually appealing for him. \u201cYour mother ordered it four sizes too small.\u201d Simon sat next to me and dragged a hand across his face. \u201cJen\u2026\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d He looked into my eyes. \u201cPlease don\u2019t say she\u2019s just being your mother,\u201d I blurted out. His hand fell. For years, that had been his standard reply. Clara criticized my cooking? \u201cThat\u2019s just Mom.\u201d \u201cPlease don\u2019t say she\u2019s just being your mother.\u201d She questioned whether Simon genuinely liked how I styled our home? \u201cPay her no mind.\u201d He always backed me up\u2026 behind closed doors. That distinction had never bothered me quite as much as it did right now. \u201cI\u2019m not wearing it,\u201d I declared. \u201cOf course you aren\u2019t.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll buy something else.\u201d He always backed me up\u2026 behind closed doors. \u201cWe\u2019ll buy something else,\u201d Simon corrected. I looked down at our sleeping daughter. Simon followed my gaze. Then he mumbled under his breath, \u201cI should\u2019ve put a stop to this ages ago.\u201d I didn\u2019t reply.<\/p>\n
Two days later, Simon accompanied me shopping. \u201cI should\u2019ve put a stop to this ages ago.\u201d I selected a lovely gown with soft fabric and a waistline that sat where my waist actually existed nowadays. I could sit down in it. Breathe freely. Lift my arms without threatening the structural integrity of the stitching. When I emerged from the fitting room, Simon smiled. \u201cThat\u2019s the one!\u201d I selected a lovely gown with soft fabric and a waistline that sat where my waist actually existed nowadays. \u201cYou haven\u2019t seen the others,\u201d I noted. \u201cDon\u2019t care.\u201d I turned sideways toward the mirror. Simon materialized behind me in the glass. \u201cYou comfortable?\u201d \u201cYeah.\u201d \u201cThen we\u2019re finished.\u201d I bought it. What I didn\u2019t realize was that Simon made a phone call later that afternoon. \u201cYou haven\u2019t seen the others.\u201d<\/p>\n
The anniversary dinner took place at a high-end restaurant outside town, the sort of establishment featuring linen napkins folded like art pieces and a private salon larger than our first apartment. Clara adored gatherings like that. She adored regulations too. The anniversary dinner took place at a high-end restaurant outside town. Women in navy or black. Men in tuxes. No casual jackets. No patterned ties. Official photographer at 7:30. Family portrait right before dessert. Clara had emailed a three-page itinerary to everyone. As Simon and I stepped inside, Dave spotted us first. \u201cThere they are!\u201d Clara had emailed a three-page itinerary to everyone. My father-in-law strode across the floor and embraced Simon, then me. \u201cYou look wonderful, Jennifer.\u201d \u201cThank you.\u201d Then Clara swung around. Her gaze locked straight onto my dress. \u201cThat is NOT what I ordered.\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d I admitted. Clara gave me a slow once-over. \u201cI can see that.\u201d \u201cThat is NOT what I ordered.\u201d Simon stepped closer beside me. I kept my tone light. \u201cThe other one didn\u2019t fit\u2026 so I\u2026\u201d \u201cIt would have if you had listened,\u201d she snapped back. Dave glanced between the two of us. \u201cClara\u2026\u201d \u201cWhat? I\u2019m not going to lie to her.\u201d Then she pinched the fabric at her own waist. \u201cThe other one didn\u2019t fit\u2026 so I\u2026\u201d \u201cThis one doesn\u2019t do you any favors either. It looks CHEAP.\u201d Simon cut in, \u201cMom, enough.\u201d The atmosphere seemed to contract around those two simple words. Clara blinked at him. \u201cI\u2019m helping your wife.\u201d \u201cNo. You\u2019re insulting my wife.\u201d Her cheeks flushed. \u201cI only want what\u2019s best for you, Simmy.\u201d \u201cThis one doesn\u2019t do you any favors either. It looks CHEAP.\u201d Then she stared right at me. \u201cMy son deserves a more attractive woman.\u201d I looked at Simon, but suddenly I didn\u2019t want to hear anyone defend me. I didn\u2019t want to turn into the person standing in the middle of somebody else\u2019s anniversary party while everybody debated whether my physique measured up. \u201cMy son deserves a more attractive woman.\u201d \u201cI need the restroom.\u201d Simon reached for my wrist. \u201cJen\u2026\u201d \u201cI\u2019m fine.\u201d I wasn\u2019t, but I craved five quiet minutes far more than another argument.<\/p>\n
Inside the restroom, I locked myself inside a stall and sat down on the closed lid. I was furious. I craved five quiet minutes far more than another argument. At Clara. At myself for still letting her get under my skin. At Simon, a little bit, because years of \u201cignore her\u201d had evidently taught his mother she could say whatever she pleased and still secure a seat at our table afterward. After a moment, I heard the washroom door swing open. Two women were chatting near the sinks. Years of \u201cignore her\u201d had evidently taught his mother she could say whatever she pleased and still secure a seat at our table. \u201cDid yours fit?\u201d \u201cEventually.\u201d \u201cWhat\u2019s that supposed to mean?\u201d \u201cClara instructed the boutique to alter the sleeves.\u201d I froze. The other woman laughed nervously. \u201cMine too. She claimed my arms photographed poorly.\u201d \u201cYou\u2019re kidding.\u201d \u201cI wish.\u201d Their voices drifted away as they exited. \u201cClara instructed the boutique to alter the sleeves.\u201d I stared at the partition door. My dress wasn’t an isolated incident. Clara hadn\u2019t bought me a clumsy present. She had been orchestrating women. Then Clara shrieked from somewhere outside the restroom. \u201cThose belong to me!\u201d I hurried out into the corridor. Clara shrieked from somewhere outside the restroom. The private dining area had dissolved into a shouting match. A waiter rushed past me toward the entrance. Three garment bags hung from a rolling rack next to a woman I didn\u2019t recognize. She wore a sleek black suit with a boutique ID tag clipped near her collar. Three garment bags hung from a rolling rack next to a woman I didn\u2019t recognize. Clara had arranged for several women\u2019s dresses to be delivered straight to the restaurant for final adjustments prior to the photos. Simon stood right beside her. Dave stood a few paces away, looking deeply uncomfortable. Clara had one hand clenched around the handle of a garment bag. \u201cMa\u2019am,\u201d the woman said levelly, \u201cplease let go.\u201d Clara had arranged for several women\u2019s dresses to be delivered straight to the restaurant for final adjustments. \u201cI paid for those dresses!\u201d \u201cYou paid reservation fees.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t play games with me.\u201d \u201cClara,\u201d Dave said, \u201clet the professional do her job.\u201d Clara pivoted toward him. \u201cThis is our property!\u201d The representative corrected her. \u201cI paid for those dresses!\u201d \u201cNo. These items remain boutique property until the women they were intended for accept them and the remaining balances are cleared. You also disputed the final charges after demanding we bring the garments here tonight.\u201d Dave looked over at Clara. \u201cYou did what?\u201d Clara\u2019s expression faltered. \u201cThere were complications with the orders.\u201d \u201cYou also disputed the final charges after demanding we bring the garments here tonight.\u201d \u201cComplications you requested,\u201d the woman stated. \u201cWe have every alteration and size adjustment logged under your authorization.\u201d Clara stiffened. She glanced toward the restaurant manager. \u201cAre you seriously going to let her walk out of here carrying thousands of dollars worth of my wardrobe?\u201d \u201cWe have every alteration and size adjustment logged under your authorization.\u201d The manager kept his hands clasped before him. \u201cMa\u2019am, she has paperwork proving the garments belong to the boutique.\u201d Clara tightened her grip on the garment bag. \u201cNobody is taking these anywhere.\u201d The coordinator reached for it. \u201cMa\u2019am, I need you to release the garment.\u201d \u201cI said no.\u201d \u201cNobody is taking these anywhere.\u201d The restaurant manager stepped closer. \u201cMa\u2019am, if you refuse to surrender the boutique\u2019s property, I\u2019ll be forced to contact authorities.\u201d Clara glared at him. \u201cGo ahead.\u201d He did.<\/p>\n
Twenty minutes later, two police officers walked into the private dining hall. By then, several guests had dropped the pretense of ignoring the scene. \u201cMa\u2019am, if you refuse to surrender the boutique\u2019s property, I\u2019ll be forced to contact authorities.\u201d Clara intercepted the officers before anyone else could. \u201cShe\u2019s attempting to steal items I paid for.\u201d One officer looked over at the boutique coordinator. \u201cMa\u2019am?\u201d The woman handed across a folder. While they examined it, Simon walked toward me. \u201cJen.\u201d \u201cWhat is going on?\u201d He threw a glance at Clara. \u201cThe manager called them.\u201d \u201cShe\u2019s attempting to steal items I paid for.\u201d \u201cBecause of the dresses?\u201d \u201cBecause Mom wouldn\u2019t let them leave with the outfits. But there\u2019s more.\u201d Before he could elaborate, one of the officers scanned the room. \u201cIs Jennifer present?\u201d Every eye seemed to pivot in my direction. I stepped forward. \u201cThat\u2019s me.\u201d \u201cBecause Mom wouldn\u2019t let them leave with the outfits. But there\u2019s more.\u201d The officer gave me a reassuring nod. \u201cYou\u2019re not in any trouble.\u201d Clara opened her mouth. He raised one hand. \u201cMa\u2019am, please.\u201d Then he looked back to me. \u201cWe were dispatched regarding a dispute over formal wear for this function. The vendor has provided records proving the contested items belong to the boutique.\u201d \u201cYou\u2019re not in any trouble.\u201d I looked over at Clara. \u201cYou\u2019re fighting over dresses that aren\u2019t even yours?\u201d \u201cThey were paid for!\u201d The officer replied, \u201cDeposits were put down. That is not equivalent to ownership.\u201d Clara\u2019s face went crimson. The boutique coordinator quietly chimed in, \u201cSome of the garments were never approved by the women they were designated for.\u201d \u201cYou\u2019re fighting over dresses that aren\u2019t even yours?\u201d I thought of the women back in the restroom. Then Simon brushed my elbow. \u201cJen, come with me.\u201d He guided me away from the dining room toward the coat check, where the coordinator followed us holding a tablet. \u201cJen, come with me.\u201d Clara started to chase after us. Dave grabbed her arm. \u201cLet them go.\u201d The coordinator pulled up an order log. My name sat right at the top. Jennifer. Beneath it was my correct current dress size. Then, underneath that, a later modification. Four sizes smaller. Authorized by Clara. Beneath it was my correct current dress size. And right beside it, a single typed command: DO NOT SUBSTITUTE LARGER. I read it twice. Simon murmured, \u201cI called the boutique two days ago because I wanted to swap the dress.\u201d I stared at him. \u201cYou did?\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d The coordinator scrolled further down. \u201cThere\u2019s something else you really ought to see.\u201d \u201cI called the boutique two days ago because I wanted to swap the dress.\u201d She opened another attachment Clara had submitted alongside the dress orders. \u201cYour mother-in-law wanted every outfit coordinated with where each woman was positioned in the family portrait.\u201d I looked at Simon. Then back at the screen. It wasn’t another clothing invoice. It was a positioning blueprint. \u201cYour mother-in-law wanted every outfit coordinated with where each woman was positioned in the family portrait.\u201d At the top were three words. FORMAL FAMILY PORTRAIT Names had been mapped out in rows. Beside several of the women were handwritten notes. Jacket closed. Keep seated. Turn left. Sleeves down. Then I found my own. JENNIFER \u2013 BACK EDGE. SIMON FRONT. I stared at the display. Beside several of the women were handwritten notes. Clara hadn\u2019t merely wanted me slimmer. She had mapped out what to do if I wasn’t. Behind us, her voice pierced through the hallway. \u201cWhat exactly are you showing her?\u201d Simon turned around. Clara stood there with Dave standing behind her. \u201cWhat exactly are you showing her?\u201d Her face remained flushed from the police incident, but now fury had replaced the embarrassment. Simon checked the screen one last time. Then he looked at his mother. \u201cMom, was Jennifer supposed to lose weight\u2026 or vanish?\u201d Clara uttered nothing. And for the first time all evening, neither did I. \u201cMom, was Jennifer supposed to lose weight\u2026 or vanish?\u201d Clara finally recovered her voice. \u201cI was trying to make the picture look nice.\u201d Simon stepped right beside me. \u201cThen listen to me clearly, Mom. From now on, you don\u2019t comment on Jen\u2019s physique. You don\u2019t pick outfits to alter her, and you don\u2019t decide where she stands in a photograph. If you can\u2019t respect that, we won\u2019t be attending these functions.\u201d \u201cI was trying to make the picture look nice.\u201d Clara stared at him. Simon held his ground. Dave looked toward his wife. \u201cClara, it\u2019s our 40th anniversary.\u201d He shook his head. \u201cI think I\u2019ve earned one picture of my actual family instead of your choreography of them.\u201d The photographer approached cautiously. \u201cHow would you like everyone arranged?\u201d \u201cI think I\u2019ve earned one picture of my actual family instead of your choreography of them.\u201d Clara drew a breath to reply. Dave cut her off, \u201cAsk them.\u201d So he did. People shifted wherever they pleased. An aunt remained seated because her knees ached. One cousin discarded the wrap Clara had insisted she wear. I stood right next to Simon, precisely where I wanted to be. People shifted wherever they pleased. Before the snap, I whispered, \u201cDo I look okay?\u201d Simon looked me over. \u201cAre you comfortable, Jen?\u201d I glanced down at the dress I had chosen myself. \u201cYeah.\u201d \u201cThen you\u2019re good.\u201d Click.<\/p>\n
Later on, the boutique coordinator held up Clara\u2019s blue dress. \u201cWould you like this reordered in your proper size?\u201d \u201cAre you comfortable, Jen?\u201d I looked at it once. \u201cNo, thank you.\u201d I handed it back myself. Toward the end of the night, one of the grandchildren showed Clara a candid shot snapped during the commotion. Dave\u2019s tie was crooked. Someone was laughing wide-mouthed. I was holding a forkful of cake. I handed it back myself. Clara started to say, \u201cDelete\u2026\u201d Then paused. She looked again. \u201c\u2026send me that one.\u201d Across the room, I took another bite of cake. Clara noticed. For once, she kept her thoughts to herself. \u201c\u2026send me that one.\u201d<\/p>\n
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My MIL ordered me a dress four sizes too small for her anniversary party, then laughed when I said it wouldn\u2019t fit. I bought my own dress instead. But at the party, I overheard two women talking about the dresses Clara had chosen for them, and suddenly realized mine wasn\u2019t the only one with secrets….<\/p>\n