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TIFU by wearing wedding colors on accident

Throwaway because I am very embarrassed.

So I recently went to my sister's wedding. It was very beautiful, and the ceremony was perfect. I'm so happy for her! The wedding was very small. Mostly close friends and family. There was no wedding website or other things that are more popular these days, and the invite was white.

For some context, my older siblings are significantly older than me. We have different moms, and did not grow up together. Our moms HATE each other. Badly. It's kinda embarrassing and sad to watch. This is why I didn't really have a lot of information on what the dress code was. Most of what I knew about the wedding came from my mom.

Now on to where I fucked up. I picked a dress that I thought was very appropriate for a wedding. Not very flashy and an olive green. My mom loves coordination, so she based all our outfits on my dress. I am not the type of person who likes to be the center of attention, and definitely not at a wedding, so I asked a bunch of my friends if they thought it was appropriate for a wedding. They all told me I was being paranoid, and that dark green was not in anyway a wedding color.

So when I get to the venue, at first everything is fine. No one says anything about my dress besides normal compliments when you see your family dressed up.

The problem comes when I see the decorations and flowers. Light pink and olive green. Almost perfectly matching me and my little sisters dresses.

People who I don't know, or haven't seen in years, start asking me if I'm in the wedding. The flower things you pin to your top are all matching my dress.

I am literally so mortified. I politely say I am not in the wedding, and try to move the conversation away.

When I see my sister, she asks me if I knew I was matching her colors. She didn't seem angry, but I can imagine she was frustrated. I said no, apologized, and life went on.

I will never go to a wedding again without asking the colors. The pictures all look like I'm in the wedding.

I would have changed but I didn't have another outfit and I was in a different state.

TL;DR: I accidentally picked the same color for my dress as my sisters wedding colors, and it looked like I was a member of the wedding party.

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