I never imagined my wedding would become such a spectacle. Trouble began long before the ceremony itself: my mother-in-law insisted that, being single and still “young and attractive,” she was entitled to act as maid of honor. I tried to resist, but for my husband’s sake, I agreed. “What could possibly go wrong? – I thought. – After all, it’s merely tradition.”
But disaster struck.
For the big day, my mother-in-law arrived wearing a floor-length white gown. White! An outfit far more suitable for an actual bride. At one point, she even snatched the bouquet from my hands and boldly positioned herself beside me, as though all attention should belong to her. I fought back tears and firmly refused to take photos next to her.
