{"id":102322,"date":"2025-02-23T17:31:05","date_gmt":"2025-02-23T10:31:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cutiething.com\/?p=24700"},"modified":"2025-02-23T17:31:30","modified_gmt":"2025-02-23T10:31:30","slug":"my-daughters-wedding-dress-arrived-completely-black-but-that-wasnt-the-real-disaster","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/my-daughters-wedding-dress-arrived-completely-black-but-that-wasnt-the-real-disaster\/","title":{"rendered":"My Daughter’s Wedding Dress Arrived Completely Black \u2014 but That Wasn’t the Real Disaster"},"content":{"rendered":"

When my daughter walked the aisle, it wasn\u2019t in the ivory gown we had spent months perfecting. Instead, she wore a dress as black as night, and the real shock wasn\u2019t the color but the reason behind it.\n

For illustrative purposes only\n
I still remember the day Jane called me, her voice bubbling with excitement.\n
\u201cMom! He proposed!\u201d she nearly screamed through the phone.\n
I had known it was coming\u2014Jack had been in her life for five years. They were happy. At least, that\u2019s what I thought back then.\n
From that moment on, the wedding planning took over our lives. And the first thing we decided on was the dress.\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
Jane had always dreamed of something unique. Nothing off the rack. It had to be custom-made, just for her. Luckily, my best friend, Helen, was one of the most talented seamstresses in town.\n
\u201cOh, we\u2019re gonna make her look like a queen,\u201d Helen had said, sketching the first designs.\n
For months, she worked on it. She poured her heart into every stitch, every bead, every delicate fold of fabric. It was time-consuming and expensive, but it was perfect.\n
A few days ago, I saw it nearly finished. Ivory satin, delicate lace, a long flowing train. It was exactly what Jane had dreamed of since she was a little girl.\n
Everything was falling into place.\n
Or so I thought.\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
The night before the wedding, I noticed something. Jack wasn\u2019t acting like himself. He was always polite, a little quiet, maybe, but a good man. But that night, he was different. He barely looked at Jane, and his answers were short and distant.\n
\u201cYou okay?\u201d I asked him when Jane stepped away for a moment.\n
Jack forced a smile. \u201cYeah. Just a little nervous, you know?\u201d\n
I nodded. It made sense. Weddings were big, emotional events.\n
But still\u2026 something felt off.\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
The next morning, the house buzzed with excitement. The makeup artist was in the living room. Bridesmaids rushed in and out. Jane sat in front of the mirror, glowing.\n
Then, Helen arrived. She walked in, carrying a large white box.\n
\u201cHere she is,\u201d she said, setting it down on the table with a proud smile.\n
I grinned. \u201cI can\u2019t wait to see it again. It was so beautiful the last time I\u2014\u201d\n
I lifted the lid.\n
My stomach dropped. The dress inside was black. Not ivory. Not white. Completely, deeply, black. My hands started shaking. My mouth went dry.\n
\u201cHelen,\u201d I whispered. \u201cWhat the hell is this?\u201d\n
She stayed calm. Too calm. Then, she placed her hand over mine. \u201cHoney, just trust me.\u201d\n
I turned to Jane, expecting shock, horror, confusion\u2014something. But she just sat there, staring at her reflection in the mirror.\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
\u201cJane?\u201d My voice cracked. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d\n
She finally looked at me.\n
\u201cI need to do this, Mom.\u201d\n
My chest tightened. \u201cDo what? Walk down the aisle in a\u2014Jane, this isn\u2019t a joke! This is your wedding!\u201d\n
She reached for my hand and squeezed it. \u201cI know.\u201d\n
Helen touched my shoulder gently. \u201cYou need to take your seat.\u201d\n
I could barely breathe. My heart was pounding. This wasn\u2019t right. This wasn\u2019t normal. But the music started outside, and before I knew it, Jane was standing wearing the black dress and walking toward the aisle.\n
The venue was stunning. Rows of ivory roses lined the aisle. Soft candlelight flickered against the grand chandeliers. A string quartet played a delicate melody, filling the space with an air of elegance.\n
Guests whispered excitedly, their faces glowing with anticipation.\n
\u201cShe\u2019s going to be such a beautiful bride.\u201d\n
\u201cThey\u2019re such a perfect couple.\u201d\n
\u201cI heard Jack teared up during the rehearsal!\u201d\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
I sat in my chair, hands clenched in my lap. My heart pounded against my ribs. They didn\u2019t know. None of them knew.\n
Then, the music changed. The doors at the back of the room creaked open. A hush fell over the crowd.\n
Jane stepped inside draped in black. A ripple of confusion swept through the guests. I heard gasps and murmurs.\n
\u201cWhat\u2026?\u201d\n
\u201cIs this a joke?\u201d\n
\u201cIs that her actual dress?\u201d\n
I couldn\u2019t move. I couldn\u2019t breathe.\n
Jane walked slowly, her black train sweeping across the white petals scattered along the aisle. Her veil, sheer and dark, framed her face, but I could still see her calm expression.\n
Then I saw Jack. His smile vanished, and his face went pale.\n
His hands, which had been clasped confidently in front of him, fell limply to his sides. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.\n
He looked\u2026 terrified. And suddenly, I knew.\n
A memory flashed in my mind\u2014years ago, curled up on the couch with Jane, watching some old movie. A woman had discovered her fianc\u00e9 had been unfaithful. Instead of canceling the wedding, she walked down the aisle in black. Not as a bride, but as a woman in mourning the love she thought she had.\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
I had thought it was just a dramatic scene. Jane had remembered. And now, she was living it.\n
My stomach twisted. This wasn\u2019t a joke or a mistake. This was revenge.\n
Jack swallowed hard as Jane reached the altar. His eyes darted around, searching for an explanation, an escape. She stood before him, her hands steady, her face unreadable.\n
The officiant hesitated before clearing his throat. \u201cW-We are gathered here today to witness the union of\u2014\u201d\n
Jack forced a nervous chuckle. \u201cBabe, what is this?\u201d His voice wavered. \u201cWhat\u2019s with the dress?\u201d\n
Jane didn\u2019t answer.\n
The officiant glanced between them, uncertain. \u201cShould we\u2026 continue?\u201d\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
Jane nodded. \u201cYes. Let\u2019s continue.\u201d\n
The ceremony went on, but nobody was listening. Every eye in the room was locked on Jane, waiting. Then came the vows.\n
Jack took a deep breath and reached for Jane\u2019s hands. She didn\u2019t stop him. He licked his lips, nervous, then smiled shakily.\n
\u201cJane, from the moment I met you, I knew you were the one. You are my best friend, my soulmate, my everything. I promise to love you, to honor you, to stand by your side through anything. I can\u2019t wait to spend forever with you.\u201d\n
His voice grew stronger with each word like he thought this was still fixable.\n
Then, it was Jane\u2019s turn. She let go of his hands. A sharp inhale swept through the room. Jane lifted her chin and looked Jack straight in the eye.\n
\u201cWith this dress,\u201d she said, her voice steady, \u201cI bury all my hopes and expectations for this wedding and for us\u2014because real love doesn\u2019t betray you just days before the wedding.\u201d\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
A collective gasp filled the room. Whispers erupted like wildfire.\n
\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d\n
\u201cBetray? What does she mean?\u201d\n
\u201cOh my god\u2014Jack cheated?\u201d\n
Jack\u2019s face drained of color. \u201cJane\u2014wait\u2014\u201d\n
She continued.\n
\u201cI trusted you. I loved you. I was ready to spend my life with you.\u201d She took a slow breath, but her voice never shook. \u201cAnd then I found out the truth.\u201d\n
Jack\u2019s panic was visible now. His hands trembled. \u201cBabe, I swear\u2014it\u2019s not what you think\u2014\u201d\n
Jane didn\u2019t blink. \u201cIt\u2019s exactly what I think.\u201d\n
Jack dropped to his knees.\n
\u201cPlease,\u201d he begged, his voice cracking. \u201cJane, please, I love you. I swear, I love you!\u201d\n
She didn\u2019t move. Jack clutched at her hands, but she stepped back. His fingers closed around nothing.\n
Tears welled in his eyes. \u201cPlease, just let me explain!\u201d\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
Jane looked down at him. Unmoved. Unbroken. Then, without a word, she lifted her bouquet and let it slip from her fingers.\n
It fell to the floor, landing right at Jack\u2019s feet. A final goodbye. Jack looked at the flowers, his breathing ragged.\n
Jane turned and walked down the aisle away from him. I jumped to my feet, my heart pounding. I wanted to say something, to ask her what happened, to take away her pain.\n
But before I could, she reached out and took my hand. I squeezed it tight. She squeezed back.\n
As we stepped outside, the whispers behind us faded. The doors shut behind us with a final, echoing thud. And Jane? She never looked back.\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
Outside the venue, the cold air hit us like a slap. The murmurs and gasps were muffled behind the heavy doors, but I knew people were still reeling from what they had just witnessed.\n
I turned to Jane, my heart aching. \u201cSweetheart\u2026\u201d\n
She exhaled slowly, her shoulders rising and falling. \u201cI found out three days ago,\u201d she said, voice quiet but firm. \u201cI saw the messages. The late-night calls. The lies.\u201d\n
I squeezed her hand. \u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d\n
She gave me a small, sad smile. \u201cBecause I knew what everyone would say. \u2018It\u2019s just cold feet. He loves you. Don\u2019t throw everything away over one mistake.’\u201d She swallowed. \u201cBut love shouldn\u2019t betray you. Not like that.\u201d\n
Tears stung my eyes. \u201cNo, it shouldn\u2019t.\u201d\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
Jane looked up at the sky, blinking fast. \u201cIt felt like when we lost Dad, you know? I thought I had something real. Something safe. And then it was just\u2026 gone.\u201d\n
I pulled her into my arms, holding her the way I did when she was little. \u201cYou did the right thing,\u201d I whispered. \u201cI\u2019m so proud of you.\u201d\n
She smiled through the pain. \u201cOne day, I\u2019ll wear white,\u201d she said softly. \u201cFor the right man. The right love.\u201d\n
And I knew she would.\n
In the end, it was not the color of the dress that defined the day\u2014it was the courage it took for Jane to reject the lie and demand the truth. It was the realization that love, when built on deception, is no love at all. And it was the promise that from the ashes of betrayal, a new, truer love could be forged\u2014a love that honors the delicate balance of trust, vulnerability, and the enduring strength of the human heart.\n
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.\n
*Source: thecelebritist.com\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"*
When my daughter walked the aisle, it wasn\u2019t in the ivory gown we had spent months perfecting. Instead, she wore a dress as black as night, and the real shock wasn\u2019t the color but the reason behind it. For illustrative purposes only I still remember the day Jane called me, her voice bubbling with excitement. …\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":102323,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1439],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-102322","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-stories"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102322","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=102322"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102322\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":102336,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102322\/revisions\/102336"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/102323"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=102322"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=102322"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=102322"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}

For illustrative purposes only\n
I still remember the day Jane called me, her voice bubbling with excitement.\n
\u201cMom! He proposed!\u201d she nearly screamed through the phone.\n
I had known it was coming\u2014Jack had been in her life for five years. They were happy. At least, that\u2019s what I thought back then.\n
From that moment on, the wedding planning took over our lives. And the first thing we decided on was the dress.\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
Jane had always dreamed of something unique. Nothing off the rack. It had to be custom-made, just for her. Luckily, my best friend, Helen, was one of the most talented seamstresses in town.\n
\u201cOh, we\u2019re gonna make her look like a queen,\u201d Helen had said, sketching the first designs.\n
For months, she worked on it. She poured her heart into every stitch, every bead, every delicate fold of fabric. It was time-consuming and expensive, but it was perfect.\n
A few days ago, I saw it nearly finished. Ivory satin, delicate lace, a long flowing train. It was exactly what Jane had dreamed of since she was a little girl.\n
Everything was falling into place.\n
Or so I thought.\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
The night before the wedding, I noticed something. Jack wasn\u2019t acting like himself. He was always polite, a little quiet, maybe, but a good man. But that night, he was different. He barely looked at Jane, and his answers were short and distant.\n
\u201cYou okay?\u201d I asked him when Jane stepped away for a moment.\n
Jack forced a smile. \u201cYeah. Just a little nervous, you know?\u201d\n
I nodded. It made sense. Weddings were big, emotional events.\n
But still\u2026 something felt off.\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
The next morning, the house buzzed with excitement. The makeup artist was in the living room. Bridesmaids rushed in and out. Jane sat in front of the mirror, glowing.\n
Then, Helen arrived. She walked in, carrying a large white box.\n
\u201cHere she is,\u201d she said, setting it down on the table with a proud smile.\n
I grinned. \u201cI can\u2019t wait to see it again. It was so beautiful the last time I\u2014\u201d\n
I lifted the lid.\n
My stomach dropped. The dress inside was black. Not ivory. Not white. Completely, deeply, black. My hands started shaking. My mouth went dry.\n
\u201cHelen,\u201d I whispered. \u201cWhat the hell is this?\u201d\n
She stayed calm. Too calm. Then, she placed her hand over mine. \u201cHoney, just trust me.\u201d\n
I turned to Jane, expecting shock, horror, confusion\u2014something. But she just sat there, staring at her reflection in the mirror.\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
\u201cJane?\u201d My voice cracked. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d\n
She finally looked at me.\n
\u201cI need to do this, Mom.\u201d\n
My chest tightened. \u201cDo what? Walk down the aisle in a\u2014Jane, this isn\u2019t a joke! This is your wedding!\u201d\n
She reached for my hand and squeezed it. \u201cI know.\u201d\n
Helen touched my shoulder gently. \u201cYou need to take your seat.\u201d\n
I could barely breathe. My heart was pounding. This wasn\u2019t right. This wasn\u2019t normal. But the music started outside, and before I knew it, Jane was standing wearing the black dress and walking toward the aisle.\n
The venue was stunning. Rows of ivory roses lined the aisle. Soft candlelight flickered against the grand chandeliers. A string quartet played a delicate melody, filling the space with an air of elegance.\n
Guests whispered excitedly, their faces glowing with anticipation.\n
\u201cShe\u2019s going to be such a beautiful bride.\u201d\n
\u201cThey\u2019re such a perfect couple.\u201d\n
\u201cI heard Jack teared up during the rehearsal!\u201d\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
I sat in my chair, hands clenched in my lap. My heart pounded against my ribs. They didn\u2019t know. None of them knew.\n
Then, the music changed. The doors at the back of the room creaked open. A hush fell over the crowd.\n
Jane stepped inside draped in black. A ripple of confusion swept through the guests. I heard gasps and murmurs.\n
\u201cWhat\u2026?\u201d\n
\u201cIs this a joke?\u201d\n
\u201cIs that her actual dress?\u201d\n
I couldn\u2019t move. I couldn\u2019t breathe.\n
Jane walked slowly, her black train sweeping across the white petals scattered along the aisle. Her veil, sheer and dark, framed her face, but I could still see her calm expression.\n
Then I saw Jack. His smile vanished, and his face went pale.\n
His hands, which had been clasped confidently in front of him, fell limply to his sides. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.\n
He looked\u2026 terrified. And suddenly, I knew.\n
A memory flashed in my mind\u2014years ago, curled up on the couch with Jane, watching some old movie. A woman had discovered her fianc\u00e9 had been unfaithful. Instead of canceling the wedding, she walked down the aisle in black. Not as a bride, but as a woman in mourning the love she thought she had.\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
I had thought it was just a dramatic scene. Jane had remembered. And now, she was living it.\n
My stomach twisted. This wasn\u2019t a joke or a mistake. This was revenge.\n
Jack swallowed hard as Jane reached the altar. His eyes darted around, searching for an explanation, an escape. She stood before him, her hands steady, her face unreadable.\n
The officiant hesitated before clearing his throat. \u201cW-We are gathered here today to witness the union of\u2014\u201d\n
Jack forced a nervous chuckle. \u201cBabe, what is this?\u201d His voice wavered. \u201cWhat\u2019s with the dress?\u201d\n
Jane didn\u2019t answer.\n
The officiant glanced between them, uncertain. \u201cShould we\u2026 continue?\u201d\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
Jane nodded. \u201cYes. Let\u2019s continue.\u201d\n
The ceremony went on, but nobody was listening. Every eye in the room was locked on Jane, waiting. Then came the vows.\n
Jack took a deep breath and reached for Jane\u2019s hands. She didn\u2019t stop him. He licked his lips, nervous, then smiled shakily.\n
\u201cJane, from the moment I met you, I knew you were the one. You are my best friend, my soulmate, my everything. I promise to love you, to honor you, to stand by your side through anything. I can\u2019t wait to spend forever with you.\u201d\n
His voice grew stronger with each word like he thought this was still fixable.\n
Then, it was Jane\u2019s turn. She let go of his hands. A sharp inhale swept through the room. Jane lifted her chin and looked Jack straight in the eye.\n
\u201cWith this dress,\u201d she said, her voice steady, \u201cI bury all my hopes and expectations for this wedding and for us\u2014because real love doesn\u2019t betray you just days before the wedding.\u201d\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
A collective gasp filled the room. Whispers erupted like wildfire.\n
\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d\n
\u201cBetray? What does she mean?\u201d\n
\u201cOh my god\u2014Jack cheated?\u201d\n
Jack\u2019s face drained of color. \u201cJane\u2014wait\u2014\u201d\n
She continued.\n
\u201cI trusted you. I loved you. I was ready to spend my life with you.\u201d She took a slow breath, but her voice never shook. \u201cAnd then I found out the truth.\u201d\n
Jack\u2019s panic was visible now. His hands trembled. \u201cBabe, I swear\u2014it\u2019s not what you think\u2014\u201d\n
Jane didn\u2019t blink. \u201cIt\u2019s exactly what I think.\u201d\n
Jack dropped to his knees.\n
\u201cPlease,\u201d he begged, his voice cracking. \u201cJane, please, I love you. I swear, I love you!\u201d\n
She didn\u2019t move. Jack clutched at her hands, but she stepped back. His fingers closed around nothing.\n
Tears welled in his eyes. \u201cPlease, just let me explain!\u201d\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
Jane looked down at him. Unmoved. Unbroken. Then, without a word, she lifted her bouquet and let it slip from her fingers.\n
It fell to the floor, landing right at Jack\u2019s feet. A final goodbye. Jack looked at the flowers, his breathing ragged.\n
Jane turned and walked down the aisle away from him. I jumped to my feet, my heart pounding. I wanted to say something, to ask her what happened, to take away her pain.\n
But before I could, she reached out and took my hand. I squeezed it tight. She squeezed back.\n
As we stepped outside, the whispers behind us faded. The doors shut behind us with a final, echoing thud. And Jane? She never looked back.\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
Outside the venue, the cold air hit us like a slap. The murmurs and gasps were muffled behind the heavy doors, but I knew people were still reeling from what they had just witnessed.\n
I turned to Jane, my heart aching. \u201cSweetheart\u2026\u201d\n
She exhaled slowly, her shoulders rising and falling. \u201cI found out three days ago,\u201d she said, voice quiet but firm. \u201cI saw the messages. The late-night calls. The lies.\u201d\n
I squeezed her hand. \u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d\n
She gave me a small, sad smile. \u201cBecause I knew what everyone would say. \u2018It\u2019s just cold feet. He loves you. Don\u2019t throw everything away over one mistake.’\u201d She swallowed. \u201cBut love shouldn\u2019t betray you. Not like that.\u201d\n
Tears stung my eyes. \u201cNo, it shouldn\u2019t.\u201d\n
$\"\"$
For illustrative purposes only\n
Jane looked up at the sky, blinking fast. \u201cIt felt like when we lost Dad, you know? I thought I had something real. Something safe. And then it was just\u2026 gone.\u201d\n
I pulled her into my arms, holding her the way I did when she was little. \u201cYou did the right thing,\u201d I whispered. \u201cI\u2019m so proud of you.\u201d\n
She smiled through the pain. \u201cOne day, I\u2019ll wear white,\u201d she said softly. \u201cFor the right man. The right love.\u201d\n
And I knew she would.\n
In the end, it was not the color of the dress that defined the day\u2014it was the courage it took for Jane to reject the lie and demand the truth. It was the realization that love, when built on deception, is no love at all. And it was the promise that from the ashes of betrayal, a new, truer love could be forged\u2014a love that honors the delicate balance of trust, vulnerability, and the enduring strength of the human heart.\n
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.\n
*Source: thecelebritist.com\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"*
When my daughter walked the aisle, it wasn\u2019t in the ivory gown we had spent months perfecting. Instead, she wore a dress as black as night, and the real shock wasn\u2019t the color but the reason behind it. For illustrative purposes only I still remember the day Jane called me, her voice bubbling with excitement. …\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":102323,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1439],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-102322","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-stories"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102322","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=102322"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102322\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":102336,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102322\/revisions\/102336"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/102323"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=102322"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=102322"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=102322"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}