Weddings are meant to be magical, but my daughter Amanda turned mine into a nightmare.
Adam and I were stuck in traffic on the way to the ceremony, so we called Amanda to keep the guests entertained. She assured us she had it handled, but my sister Jess later called, frantic, saying something was wrong. When we arrived, I found Amanda on the venue steps in a wedding dress, holding my bouquet, posing with her boyfriend Kyle.
She had hijacked my wedding.
Amanda smugly announced that since we were late, she married Kyle to avoid wasting the setup. Furious, I nearly shut it down, but I decided to let her learn her lesson another way.
At the reception, Amanda flounced around like the star, cutting into my cake and basking in attention. Later, she demanded our honeymoon tickets to Chile. I gave them to her with a smile.
Two days later, Amanda called from the Arctic, furious. She hadn’t checked the itinerary and ended up on an expedition she hated. “You asked for the tickets,” I said calmly. “You’re a married woman now. Figure it out.”
Meanwhile, Adam and I had a perfect celebration a week later, surrounded by loved ones—and the wedding gifts Amanda left behind. Karma delivered Amanda a tough lesson. Her marriage to Kyle? Rumor has it, it’s already falling apart. As for us? We went on our dream honeymoon, savoring every moment.
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