“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…

fire, the absurdity of the universe becomes incredibly charming.

The venue coordinator materialized with a clipboard pressed to her chest. “All stations are green. The string quartet is primed. The lighting grid has been adjusted to complement the crepe fabric rather than the satin. Do you want the AV team to kill the livestream feed when you exit the continue reading …