Yet the most terrible moment came later. When we were at the altar reciting our vows, the priest asked the famous question: “Is there anyone who objects to this union?”

Then my mother-in-law raised her hand.

— I object, — she said loudly. — This is my only son, and I’m not ready to give him to another woman. Son, let’s go home, why do you want this wedding?

The guests gasped, someone snickered. My husband froze, not knowing what to say. I was boiling with anger, but at the same time, I thought of a way to save the situation.

I said in a sharp tone: