My MIL Pushed My Mom into the Mud at My Wedding – but Seconds Later, It Was She Who Ended Up Covered in Dirt

This was my wedding day, and I wasn’t going to let her ruin it.

But by the time we arrived at the photo session after the ceremony, Karen’s face had flushed red with anger.

We were taking pictures by the lake during golden hour, when the light turns everything soft and dreamy. The photographer, a sweet woman named Marie, was positioning everyone just right.

She lined us up with me and Ben in the center, my mom on one side, his parents on the other.

Mom stood next to me, gently adjusting my veil because the breeze kept catching it. She leaned in close and whispered, “You look exactly how I imagined you would.”

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