I invited a fortune teller to my bridal party as a playful prank to rattle my difficult future mother-in-law. What started as harmless fun quickly spiraled into a shocking confrontation, revealing a secret hidden in her designer bag that threatened to ruin my wedding day entirely. I always knew my future mother-in-law didn’t like me. From the moment Jacob introduced us, it was clear she didn’t think I was good enough for her son. At first, I thought I was imagining it, but over time, she made it obvious.
“I just don’t see how someone with your background would fit in with our family,” she had said one afternoon when Jacob wasn’t around. I could only stare back in shock. When we started planning the wedding, it got worse. Everything I picked was wrong in her eyes. The cake was “too plain,” the guest list was “too long,” and she made it a point to criticize my dress every chance she got. “Is that really what you’re going to wear?” she sneered when I showed her a picture of my gown. “It looks cheap. Jacob deserves better than this.”
It was exhausting, but I tried to ignore her comments. I loved Jacob, and I didn’t want to cause any problems. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was trying to ruin my happiness. That’s when I came up with a plan—a harmless prank to put her in her place. I hired a fortune teller for my bridal party. It was supposed to be lighthearted fun. I figured the fortune teller could reveal a few quirky, personal details about my mother-in-law to catch her off guard.
I didn’t expect anything serious to come out of it. Just a little fun, and maybe, just maybe, she’d lighten up. The bridal party was perfect. My best friends were there, laughing and sipping champagne. The air was full of excitement. The wedding was just a week away, and despite all the stress, I was starting to feel like everything was falling into place.
She wore a long, flowing dress with deep purple and gold accents. Her eyes were dark and mysterious, and her jewelry jingled as she moved. My friends whispered and giggled, excited for what was to come. We gathered around in a circle, and she began by giving each of us a short reading. She talked about love, happiness, and the future. Everything was going exactly as planned. But when she got to my future mother-in-law, things changed. She pointed directly at her, her face suddenly serious.
“You,” the fortune teller said, her voice low and commanding. “Your bag… it holds a secret.” The room went silent. All the laughter and chatter stopped in an instant. My heart raced as I looked at her. This wasn’t part of the prank. What was she doing? My future mother-in-law shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She forced a smile, but I could see the nervousness behind her eyes. “This is ridiculous,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The fortune teller wasn’t swayed. She leaned in closer, her voice more intense.