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."

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.