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My mother-in-law tried to ruin our wedding by pitting us against each other.

Maya, as a wedding planner, is used to crazy weddings. Then, when her wedding comes around, she thinks that she has planned everything down to the last detail. Until her fiancé disappears and her mother-in-law plans the end of their relationship…

As a wedding planner, I’ve had my fair share of crazy weddings. From sweethearts to lazy boyfriends, through the wildest requests. I once had a couple who wanted to say their vows in a hot air balloon, only for the bride to realize that she was afraid of heights.

For my wedding, I was so sure that Fred and I were ready. That we had finally done everything right. But I still wanted my colleague Jenna to take care of the wedding logistics. She wanted to have my moment as a girlfriend.

Fred knew I was in my element when it came to our wedding, so he left everything to me; Other than making sure there were sliders at the wedding reception, it was all up to me.

We met Jenna at a restaurant about a year before our wedding and I gave her everything she needed to know about an agenda. It was going to be easy for her: all she had to do was be the administrator behind the plans. And to bring the vision to life.

“Maya,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. “This is perfect. “You have planned everything.”

“I just don’t want to get bogged down with the planning part,” I said, sipping a cocktail.

“And having you around will be so much better,” Fred laughed. “Show Maya options that are friendly to my pocket.”

It was all perfect.

Everything was going perfectly, with every detail meticulously planned and prepared for what was to be the happiest day of our lives.

Until three nights before the wedding, when all hell broke loose.

It must have been around 8 pm and I was relaxing by watching a reality show and eating a piece of cake.

I had my manicure appointment the next morning and I finally started to feel like a bride. Over the past few weeks, Fred and I seemed to find everything to fight about. We argued for no reason, until it was time to sleep.

At least this week, Fred would stay with his godfather.

“Just to get it off your chest for a moment, Maya,” he said.

“You won’t get any complaints from me,” I told him. “Just keep him out of trouble.”

I knew the root of the problem was my future mother-in-law, Marlene. The woman was an actress. She loved me in front of everyone else, constantly putting on a show that I was the best thing she could have ever happened to Fred.

But what she didn’t know was that months before Fred proposed to me, she had overheard a conversation between them.

“Fred, Maya is not your wife. She’s not the kind of woman you need. You need the exact opposite from her,” Marlene whispered furiously when we were having dinner at her house one night.

“Mom, Maya is the only person I want to marry,” Fred said calmly.

“You’ll regret it, Fred. Just wait,” Marlene threatened.

But as I sat there, watching TV, I grabbed my phone to text Fred. I hadn’t spoken to him for most of the day and I was starting to worry.

The doorbell knocked me out of my head.

It’s probably him, I thought as I opened the door.

But not.

The person on the other side was a delivery boy holding a huge bouquet of flowers.

“That’s beautiful,” I said. “Whose is that?”

“There is a card, ma’am,” said the delivery man.

He handed me the bouquet and turned to go downstairs.

“Oh, Fred,” I said, smelling the flowers.

Sending me random flowers was something he would do.

But then I read the card and my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.

I don’t do it was written on the card.

All the air inside my lungs was suddenly exhausted. I sat on the couch and cried with all my heart.

After a few hours, I called Fred about twenty times. He never answered.

I called Jenna. She needed someone objective, who would look at the situation with new eyes. I needed someone who didn’t want to be on my side or Fred’s. I needed someone impartial to tell me the truth.

As Jenna headed to my apartment, I started pacing. I was thinking the worst. That Fred had been injured and was alone in the hospital room.

“Thank God,” I said, opening the door. “I think we need to go to the emergency room and look for Fred there.”

Jenna looked at me closely for a moment. She knew she was wondering what the hell had happened.

“Good,” he agreed. “I will drive.”

We arrived at the emergency room and there was no one who matched my fiancé’s description.

“Let me take you home,” Jenna said, leading me to the car.

In the car I told her all about the flowers and the message on the card.

We got home and I asked Jenna to leave. I didn’t know what else to do throughout the entire episode.

I called Marlene, who also ignored my calls.

In the early hours of the morning, Fred finally called me back and my phone woke me up.

It turned out that he was out for one last night of drinking with his friends.

Fred was drunk, barely coherent, and his tone was full of surprise.

“Flowers? What flowers? —She drawled into the phone.

The plot thickened when it came to light that Fred actually had absolutely nothing to do with the sinister flower arrangement.

Finally he let it slip that he had passed out at his friend’s house and would stay there until morning.

Marlene had to be the anonymous person behind the flowers.

Now that the wedding was so close, he probably couldn’t bear that it was actually happening.

The next morning, I invited Marlene to my apartment.

“It’s important,” I said on the phone. “It’s about Fred. I’m worried.”

I knew that was the only line to bring her closer to me.

“Do you want me to marry Fred or not?” I asked him the moment he walked through the door.

“No, I do,” Marlene said, taking a sip of the coffee she had poured herself. “It’s just that you two are very young. Look at Fred, she was out drinking last night. His brother told me because they were all together. Is that a man ready to get married?

I had to give it to Marlene, I had my doubts too. Not about Fred and his love for me. That never. I was just wondering if he was ready to get married.

“I don’t know if you’re the right person,” he said. “When I imagine Fred married, he is to someone conventional. Someone who wants to have a quiet life with him. You plan weddings, Maya. You’re making a living planning parties.

“That’s not fair and you know it,” I responded. “Did you send the flowers?”

Marlene nodded.

“I also told Fred that we talked. And that you weren’t sure you wanted to get married. “I’m sorry, Maya,” she said coldly. “I just needed to plant the seed of doubt. I needed you two to take more time.”

Marlene and I talked for hours. And finally we overcome our differences.

Well, long enough for her to give me her blessing to marry Fred over the weekend.

“But I’m going to meet Fred now,” Marlene said. And I’m going to tell you what I think, darling. “No man should be drunk and passed out a few days before his wedding.”

The morning of our wedding, when Fred and I said our vows, no one could have imagined the confusion we had faced just days before we were married.

There was laughter, there were tears and there was much reconciliation. The guests loved the wedding: they ate their fill and danced all night.

Later, when Fred and I went on our honeymoon, Marlene cried and finally accepted that she had gained a daughter in me.

Or so I hoped.

In the end, everything went as planned. And I’m grateful that there was a happy ending because, despite everything, I needed Marlene to accept me before our wedding.

He needed to know that deep down she cared. Although his flower delivery had threatened everything.

But now at least my wedding is over. I just have to worry about the strangers’ wedding coming up.

Do you have any weird and wonderful wedding stories?