“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…

for the terminology. “…flame-retardant.”

Down in the cavernous ceremony hall, some quick-thinking groomsman had physically pivoted the primary camera. Through my phone’s tinny speakers, we could hear the collective, horrifying gasp of a high-society crowd witnessing a car crash they were powerless to stop. The giant projection screen had split into continue reading …