I've replayed that morning in my head a thousand times. The morning that should have been filled with champagne toasts and happy tears but instead became a masterclass in family drama.

Even now, months later, I still can't believe what happened.

But let me start from the beginning.

Arthur came into my life like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. Our mutual friend Jamie had been trying to set us up for months, constantly telling me about this "amazing guy" who would be "perfect" for me.

I kept brushing her off until that fateful night at her housewarming party.

"Ann, you have to meet Arthur," Jamie insisted, practically dragging me across the room. "He's that architectural engineer I told you about."

The moment our eyes met, something clicked.

Arthur's warm brown eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, and within minutes, we were deep in conversation about everything from our shared love of true crime podcasts to our mutual hatred of cilantro.

Soon, we began meeting up for coffee whenever we could. During our little dates, we tried our best to get to know each other better.

Then came the weekend getaways. We'd spend hours away from our friends and family, and before I knew it, we were planning our future together.

After a year of dating, Arthur proposed during a sunset picnic in our favorite park.

It wasn't elaborate or over-the-top. He just got down on one knee and slid a beautiful ring onto my finger. I don't even remember if he waited for me to say yes because he already knew I was head over heels in love with him.

We spent the next year planning our wedding with meticulous attention to detail.

The venue was a restored barn with string lights and exposed beams, the menu was a careful blend of both our favorites, and the guest list was filled with people we truly loved.

The only slight wrinkle was that I hadn't spent much time with Arthur's parents, Evelyn and Richard. They lived in another city, and I'd only met them three times before the wedding.

Each time, they seemed perfectly nice.

When they mentioned they didn't want to spend money on a hotel for the wedding, we immediately offered our house. We told them our place was not as big, but they still agreed.

"We really appreciate this, Ann," Evelyn had said when they arrived the evening before the wedding.

"It's no trouble at all," I replied, helping them with their bags. "We're just so happy you're here."

"The house looks lovely," Richard commented as he settled onto our couch. "You've done a wonderful job with the place."

We shared a bottle of wine over dinner while chatting about the wedding details and their flight. Honestly, everything about our interaction felt normal.

"Tomorrow's going to be magical," Evelyn said while squeezing my hand. "You'll make such a beautiful bride."

"Thank you," I beamed, feeling grateful for how smoothly everything was going. "I'm so happy you're both here to share it with us."

If only I'd known what was coming.

If only I'd realized that while Arthur and I slept peacefully that night, dreaming of our perfect day, his parents were about to throw a wrench into everything we'd planned.

The first sign that something was wrong came at 6:30 a.m. when I heard whispers coming from our kitchen.

I quickly woke up and went into the kitchen to see what was going on. My wedding day excitement was instantly replaced by dread the moment my gaze landed on Evelyn and Richard. They were fully dressed, while their suitcases sat by the door.

Arthur was right behind me, his hair still mussed from sleep.

"Mom? Dad? What's going on?" he asked, confused.

"We're leaving," Evelyn said. "And we won't be attending the wedding."

"What do you mean you're not coming?" I blurted out.

"It's just that…" Richard began. "We discovered some concerning things last night."

"Concerning things?" Arthur echoed, running his hands through his hair. "What are you talking about?"

Evelyn clasped her hands together, looking like she was about to deliver a eulogy rather than explain why she was abandoning her son's wedding.

"Well," she began, her voice dripping with disapproval, "after you two went to bed, we decided to... assess the situation."

"Assess the situation?" I repeated. "What does that mean?"

"It means," Richard cut in, "that we wanted to make sure our son was marrying someone... appropriate."

Arthur's face turned red. "Did you go through our house while we were sleeping?"

"We were merely being thorough," Evelyn sniffed. "And what we found was deeply disappointing."

I felt my legs go weak. "What exactly did you find?"

"First of all," Evelyn began, gesturing to the living room, "you put us on a couch. A couch, Ann!"

"We told you weeks ago that was the only space we had available," I said, fighting to keep my voice steady. "You said it was fine."

"Well, we expected you to make other arrangements," Richard huffed. "Perhaps set up a proper guest room?"

"You've seen our house, right?" Arthur interjected, his voice rising. "Where exactly were we supposed to put this magical guest room?"

Evelyn waved her hand dismissively. "That's not even the worst part. Show her, Richard."

Richard reached into his overnight bag and pulled out a bath towel.

My bath towel.

"Do you see this?" Evelyn demanded, pointing at the perfectly clean, albeit not brand-new, towel. "These are used towels!"

I blinked several times, trying to understand what was going on.

"They're clean towels," I said. "I mean, they've been washed. They're clean."

"Used towels!" Evelyn repeated, as if I'd committed some horrible crime. "We expect new towels when we visit family! Brand-new towels."

"This is insane," Arthur muttered, shaking his head. "You're seriously throwing a fit over towels?"

"It's not just about the towels," Richard insisted. "It's about respect. If she treats us like this now, imagine how she'll treat you in the future, son."

"Oh, I'll tell you about respect," Arthur shot back. "How about respecting our privacy instead of snooping through our house? How about respecting our wedding day instead of creating drama over nothing?"

But Evelyn and Richard were already grabbing their suitcases. As they headed for the door, Evelyn turned back one last time.

"We just can't support this union," she declared dramatically. "And by the way, we're taking these disrespectful towels with us."

I watched with wide eyes as she stuffed the bathroom towels and two of my robes into her suitcase.

The door slammed behind them, leaving Arthur and me standing in our kitchen, still in our pajamas, on what was supposed to be the happiest morning of our lives.

I stared at the front door, half expecting Evelyn and Richard to burst back in, laughing about their elaborate prank.

But they didn't.

"Tell me I'm not crazy," Arthur said as he turned to me. "That was completely insane, right?"

"Your parents just stormed out of our wedding over used towels," I said slowly, testing the words. "And they stole our bathrobes."

We looked at each other for a moment before Arthur suddenly burst out laughing. It was that kind of hysterical laughter that comes when something is so absurd, you can't process it any other way.

Soon, I was laughing too, tears streaming down my face.

"Oh God," I gasped between giggles. "What do we do now?"

Arthur's face turned serious. He pulled out his phone and started typing.

"What are you writing?" I asked, peering over his shoulder.

"Sending them one last message," he said.

He wrote, We are still getting married today. You're making a huge mistake, and you'll regret missing this day.

He hit send and looked at me. "Now? Now we get married."

And that's exactly what we did.

Our ceremony was beautiful.

Our friends stepped up amazingly. Jamie rearranged the seating to hide the empty spots where Arthur's parents should have been, and my dad gave an extra-long speech at the reception that had everyone in tears (the good kind).

"I've never seen two people more meant for each other," my dad had said, raising his glass. "And anyone who can't see that is missing out on something truly special."

Later that night, as Arthur and I swayed to our first dance, he whispered in my ear, "Thank you for marrying me."

I squeezed his hand. "Thank you for choosing us."

A day later, before leaving for our honeymoon, we sent Evelyn and Richard a carefully curated selection of wedding photos.

It had beautiful shots of us exchanging vows, cutting the cake, and dancing with our guests. Everyone looking radiant and happy.

Arthur added a caption.

Thanks for missing the best day of our lives! Hope the towels were worth it. 😊

A week later, Evelyn called while we were sipping cocktails on our honeymoon. I immediately handed my phone to Arthur the moment I saw her name flash.

"Mom," he answered, his voice neutral. "Yes, I saw your messages... No, we were a bit busy getting married... Yes, the wedding was perfect, actually."

I watched his face as he listened to what must have been an apology.

"Mom," he interrupted firmly. "You and Dad chose towels over your own son's wedding. Actions have consequences." He paused. "I love you, but we need time. Goodbye."

After he hung up, I snuggled closer to him on our beach chairs. "You okay?"

He smiled.

"You know what? I really am. Sometimes you have to set boundaries, even with family. Especially with family."

"Even if those boundaries involve bathroom linens?" I teased.

He laughed, pulling me closer. "Let's make a pact right now. Our future guest room will have the cheapest towels money can buy."

That day taught me something important.

Sometimes the people who test you the most show you exactly who they are. And sometimes, what seems like a disaster turns into a blessing, showing you who's really in your corner.

As for those stolen towels and bathrobes? Well, let's just say they were a small price to pay for seeing people's true colors before it was too late.

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