I met Emily three years after my wife’s death. A bit later, I introduced her to my only daughter, Amy. They got along straight away.
So, soon I proposed, and we started preparing for the wedding. While talking about my daughter as a flower girl, Emily suddenly began offering her little nephew instead, and only him. But I insisted on having my daughter there.
On the day of the wedding, I passed by a room on the way to the altar and overheard Emily’s bridesmaids talking:
1: “She was clear; we need to ‘accidentally’ lock Amy in this room before the ceremony.”
2: “Is she nuts? That’s her future stepdaughter. WHY?”
1: “Emily can’t stand her looking like Jim’s dead wife.”
Wow… I was mad as HELL. NO ONE CAN DO THIS TO MY BABY. So, I came up with a plan.
Fast forward to now: Emily was walking down the aisle, all shining and smiling. But the very next moment, her face turned dark. 
