“Cancel Your Wedding!” My Grandma Told Me In A Dream The Night Before My Big Day. “Wake Up Early And Go To Your Mother-In-Law’s House. You’ll See Everything.” I Drove There At Dawn, Pulse Racing. When I Stepped Inside… I Stopped Cold. What I Saw Shifted Everything.

She said yes without thinking much. And that was what tormented her today. Why did she not think more?

That morning after coffee, she received a message from him. My mom wants to see us this afternoon. She is excited about the banquet.

Can you

Mary’s finger trembled as she typed, “Yes, of course.” It was the logical, polite thing to do. But she could not forget the first time she visited that house. She remembered it in detail.

Theresa Miller, Robert’s mother, received them with a clean apron, a tight bun on her head, and a look that seemed to measure Mary’s worth with an invisible tape measure. Smiling, but critical; polite, but cutting. “And you live alone?” she asked directly, pouring coffee without looking her in the eyes.

“Yes,” Mary replied. “A few years ago, I inherited my parents’ apartment.”

“In what area?”

“In High View.”

Theresa observed her as if she had just been told she lived in Beverly Hills. “Nice area.

Very sought after.”

That night, while they were washing the dishes, Robert told her in a low voice, “Do not take it personally. My mom was raised old-fashioned. It is hard for her to trust.”

Mary did not answer, but she never forgot the way Theresa—between questions about income, debts, inheritance, and family—avoided talking about her own son.

About Robert, she only said, “He is very good at business, but he needs a stable woman like you. “Stability.”

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