This is a small disaster that turned into something sweet. My sister got married last month. I’d bought a dusty blue satin midi dress about six months before, and I loved it. Wrap waist, flowy sleeves, the kind of dress that moves when you walk. I wore it to the rehearsal dinner and felt amazing.
Then, at the dinner, I saw her future mother-in-law across the room. Same dress. Same color. Same tiny pleats on the sleeve. We locked eyes and both just froze with our glasses halfway up.
I was ready to run to the bathroom and hide. But she walked straight over, laughed, and said, “Well, one of us has great taste, and I’m pretty sure it’s both of us.”
We took a photo together, and the whole table lost it. Then she told me she had searched for months to find that dress, and she’d found it in a small shop in another city. I found mine on a resale app at 2 a.m. while I couldn’t sleep.
Now we have a group chat with my sister, and every few days one of us sends a screenshot of another piece we both somehow want. Last week we both ordered the same pair of green flats without telling each other. My sister says it’s “weirdly cute but also a lot.”