Just a week before my wedding, I caught my future mother-in-law Margaret secretly taking pictures of my gown. She brushed it off as innocent admiration, claiming she wanted a keepsake. Though odd, I let it go. In the following days, she bombarded me with questions — from lipstick shade to earring choice — but I chalked it up to enthusiasm. My fiancé Jake assured me it was harmless, just “Mom being Mom.”
Then came the wedding day. The church was glowing with candlelight and love. As the ceremony began, the doors creaked open. I turned — and there she was. Margaret, in my dress, identical in every detail, walking down the aisle with her boyfriend. “Surprise!” she announced, proposing a spontaneous double wedding. Shock rippled through the crowd, and I felt my perfect day unraveling before me.
