My wedding to Fabian was meant to be perfect. From dress fittings to cake tastings, my mom, Adele, and I had planned every detail together. As an only child, our bond was strong, and her excitement for my big day was palpable. We’d even chosen the Father-Daughter dance song together, which brought tears to both our eyes.
However, the day took a dramatic turn. During the ceremony, I noticed Mom was missing. Just as I was about to call the authorities, the church doors burst open. Mom stumbled in, her hair a mess, makeup smeared, and her golden dress wrinkled. “Mom!” I cried, rushing to her. “What happened?”
Her eyes locked on someone in the front row. “YOU!” she screamed, pointing a trembling finger. I turned and saw my soon-to-be mother-in-law, Grace, shrinking in her seat.
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“Mom, what’s going on?” I asked, my heart racing.
Mom’s eyes blazed. “Your mother-in-law LOCKED ME in the closet! Just because I wore an expensive golden dress!”
The church gasped and murmured. I felt like I was in a nightmare. “What? That’s insane!” I said, looking between Mom and Grace.
Grace stood up, her face pale. “This is ridiculous! I would never—”
“Save it!” Mom snapped. “I overheard you saying you had to be the only one in gold! This isn’t the first time you’ve been jealous, but it’s the first time you’ve done something so horrible.”
Fabian stepped forward, his face darkened with anger. “Mom, is this true? Did you lock Mrs. Jacobs in the closet?”
Grace’s composure crumbled. She wrung her hands, her voice shaky. “I just… I thought… she was trying to outshine me!”
Fabian’s anger was evident. “Mom, this is Bella’s wedding day, not yours! You need to leave. Now.”
“But…” Grace stammered, “I just made a small mistake! I couldn’t stand seeing her get all the attention in that dress.”
“No buts,” Fabian growled. “You’ve ruined enough of this day. Leave.”
Grace’s face twisted into a scowl. “Fine! You’ll regret this!” She stormed out, leaving a stunned silence.
Dad cleared his throat. “Alright, everyone. Let’s get back to celebrating this wonderful couple!” Gradually, the tension eased. Fabian turned to me, regret in his eyes. “Bella, I’m so sorry. I had no idea my mother would do something like this.”
I squeezed his hand. “It’s not your fault. Let’s focus on us now, okay?” He nodded, a small smile returning to his face. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I whispered. As we resumed the ceremony, I caught Mom’s eye. She gave me a reassuring nod, and I felt a wave of relief. We were going to get through this.
Despite the earlier chaos, joy surged as Fabian and I exchanged vows. When the priest pronounced us husband and wife, the church erupted in cheers. As we walked back down the aisle, now as husband and wife, I leaned close to Fabian. “Well, that wasn’t quite how I imagined our wedding.”
He chuckled softly. “Me neither. But at least it’ll be a wedding no one forgets, right?”
I laughed. “That’s one way to look at it.”
The reception was lively, and the earlier drama seemed to fade as guests danced and laughed. I found myself by the punch bowl, finally able to breathe. “Some wedding, huh?” Aunt Wima said beside me, shaking her head. “I can’t believe Grace did that. What a nightmare of a mother-in-law.”
“I know,” I sighed. “It’s still hard to process.”
Another guest chimed in. “I’m glad Fabian stood up to her. Shows what kind of man he is.”
I smiled, spotting Fabian across the room. He winked at me, making my heart flutter. “Speaking of nightmares,” Aunt Wima continued, “where is your mom? She must be traumatized.”
I scanned the room and realized I hadn’t seen Mom for a while. “I should go check on her.”
I found Mom sitting alone on a bench in the garden, staring at the stars. “Hey, sweetheart,” she said softly.
I sat beside her, taking her hand. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Mom.”
She squeezed my fingers. “It’s alright, sweetheart. The important thing is that you’re happy and married to a wonderful man.”
Tears pricked my eyes. “But it’s not alright. This was supposed to be perfect, and instead…”
“Hey,” Mom said, turning to face me. “Life isn’t perfect, Bella. But it’s how we handle the imperfections that matter. And you? You handled today beautifully.”
I leaned my head on her shoulder, feeling like a little girl again. “I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, sweetie,” she whispered, kissing the top of my head.
We sat in comfortable silence for a moment before she spoke again. “Now, enough moping. It’s your wedding day! Let’s go dance.”
Back inside, the party was in full swing. Fabian swept me onto the dance floor. “Everything okay?” he asked.
I nodded, smiling up at him. “Better than okay. I’m just thinking about how lucky I am.”
His brow furrowed. “Lucky? After everything that happened today?”
“Absolutely,” I said firmly. “Because at the end of it all, I’m married to you. And that’s all that matters.”
Fabian’s face softened with love. “I promise, Bella, I’ll always protect you and stand by your side. No matter what.”
I reached up, touching his cheek. “I know. And that’s why I love you.”
As we danced, I saw Mom and Dad nearby. Mom winked at me, and I felt a rush of gratitude. Despite everything, we were all together. The evening ended with laughter and dancing, and as Fabian and I said our goodbyes and headed off to start our new life, I felt a thrill. Whatever challenges lay ahead, we’d face them together, surrounded by the love of our family and friends.
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