At my younger son’s wedding, my grandchild and I were quietly moved into the kitchen to eat by ourselves. Moments later, alarms wailed outside, and the police chief walked in with news that left everyone speechless... “Robert, she ruins the whole aesthetic! The theme is champagne and gold. And she’s wearing… factory blue.” My daughter-in-law, Tiffany, spat out the words, her sharp eyes judging every inch of my twenty-year-old discount-rack dress. My son, Robert—the boy I raised alone on a limite