My MIL Thought I Was Not Beautiful Enough for Her Son, So I Entered a Beauty Contest to Win the Crown
David and I had just returned from our honeymoon, basking in newlywed bliss—except for one shadow: his mother, Gertrude. No matter what I did, she found fault. At dinner, she criticized my cooking, my appearance, even my lipstick. David, lost in work, barely noticed. But when he left the table, Gertrude delivered a cruel blow: “You’re not beautiful enough for my son.”
Shaken, I escaped to my atelier—my sanctuary. There, I spotted an invitation to a beauty contest. Despite my insecurities, I entered. I needed to prove my worth—to myself more than anyone.
David supported me wholeheartedly. At the contest, I trained hard and bonded with other girls, including Katie. One day, I caught my friend Lily acting oddly in my hotel room. I didn’t think much of it—until the final night.
My runway dress was mysteriously ruined—but not mine. It was Katie’s. Suspecting sabotage, I gave her my dress and wore a simpler one. I still walked that stage with pride, sharing my dream of accessible fashion and community support. The crowd gave a standing ovation. Katie won the contest; I earned the People’s Choice award.
Backstage, David embraced me, full of admiration. But I had unfinished business. I confronted Gertrude—she had bribed the organizer to sabotage me. She denied it, but David finally saw the truth and stood by my side.
We walked away hand-in-hand, leaving Gertrude speechless behind us.
Victory wasn’t just about the contest—it was about reclaiming my voice.
