A week before her wedding, she caught her future mother-in-law sneaking photos of her dress. Strange, but no big deal…
A week before her wedding, she caught her future mother-in-law sneaking photos of her dress. Strange, but no big deal—or so she thought.
On the big day, the church doors swung open… and in strutted her mother-in-law in the same gown. But nobody was ready for what the groom pulled off next. Some moments stick with you forever.
The first time I saw my wedding dress was one of those. The creamy satin shimmered like a calm lake, and the soft lace sleeves looked like they were spun by fairies. Sounds mushy now, but the line of pearl buttons down the back felt like tiny stars guiding me to my happy ending.
I’d pictured this since I was 12, twirling in my mom’s old bridesmaid dresses. But life loves tossing surprises when you’re not looking. A week before my wedding, I walked into my room to grab something and froze.
There was my future mother-in-law, phone out, snapping shots of my dress like a sneaky reporter. “What are you up to?” I asked, that uneasy knot twisting in my gut from weird family moments. She spun around, all sugary smiles—the kind that don’t quite hit the eyes.
“Oh, sweetie, just a memento. It’s such a pretty dress; I wanted a keepsake.”
It was odd, no doubt, but I tried to let it go. Susan had always been a bit much—over-talking at dinners, crossing lines, always over-the-top.
Overwhelming, too. I’d worried about getting a nightmare mother-in-law, but my fiancé, Tom, swore she was harmless. “Mom’s just super excited,” he’d say with that easy grin of his.
The next few days were a blur of last-minute wedding madness. You know the drill: locking in vendors, sorting seating charts, making sure Great Aunt Clara got her no-gluten meal. But Susan’s nosiness kicked into high gear.
And it wasn’t just small talk. It was weirdly specific. “What color’s that lipstick you’re wearing?” she asked at my final fitting.
“What flowers are in your bouquet again?”
“Your hair—up or down? Curly or straight?”
“Those earrings—pearl or diamond?”
I answered every question, thinking it was just her quirky way, maybe even a clumsy try to connect. When I told Tom, he just rolled his eyes.
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