“Now you’ll never marry my son!” my mother-in-law laughed, setting my wedding dress on fire. I wiped my tears, smiled coldly, and said, “Enjoy destroying that dress, because the wedding was never the real trap.” Her face went completely pale when I made one quick phone call…

with the speed of a magician’s trick.

“This is a gross misinterpretation,” she stammered, her eyes darting toward the small, unblinking camera lens mounted on a tripod near the ceiling. She smoothed her skirt with trembling hands. “I was merely… testing the integrity of the material. Bridal garments are mandated by law to be…” She grasped desperately continue reading …