When I discovered Draven’s family had canceled my dress, my cake, and even our venue, I felt utterly powerless until my best friend reminded me I didn’t have to let them win.
I always knew my fiancé Draven’s family didn’t take me seriously. They were a tight-knit, boisterous clan, and I, having grown up without parents, was always the outsider—tolerated, but never embraced. Despite being engaged to their son, I wasn’t one of them.
Their family gatherings overflowed with inside jokes and decades-old stories. My future mother-in-law, Circe, held court at the dining table, recounting Draven’s childhood tales, while my future sister-in-law, Clover, added her dramatic flair.
They brushed off anything I said.
Draven was my only solace. He saw their treatment and stood by me, though he often got caught in the crossfire of his mother and sister’s opinions.
“They’ll warm up,” he’d whisper after dinners, seeing my hurt. “They just need time to know you.”
I wanted to believe him, but after two years of dating and six months engaged, I began to think some circles stay closed.
So, I poured my heart into our wedding. I’d saved every penny for years to ensure Draven and I had full control. We chose a date, booked a rustic cabin venue, selected a caterer, and picked a dark chocolate cake with raspberry filling—our favorite from a local bakery. The band blended oldies with modern hits. Everything was perfect.
But Circe and Clover caught wind of our plans. At Draven’s father’s birthday party, they ambushed us, eager to take over.
“We know best,” Circe declared, flashing a book of table linens. “Our family’s huge! We’ve been to countless weddings. We know what your wedding should be. You should thank us.”
“My wedding was legendary,” Clover boasted. “The talk of the town for years!”
That was an exaggeration—weddings fade from gossip quickly. I had to be firm but polite.
“I appreciate the offer, but I’ve dreamed of this for years,” I said carefully. “I’ve saved to make every choice ours, and we’re nearly done. Thank you, but no.”
They looked displeased, but new party guests arrived, cutting their insistence short.
I heard nothing more about the wedding and assumed they’d lost interest, which suited me fine. We moved forward: I chose my dress, Draven got his tux, and we sent our invitations.
Then my best friend called.
“Got your invite,” she said brightly, and I smiled, eager for her thoughts.
“Great! What do you think?” I asked, sinking into my chair by the window.
She paused. “It’s… nice. But did you change plans? It’s not the daisy-themed one you showed me.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, dread creeping in.
“Hold on, I’ll send a picture.”
My hands trembled as the image loaded. The design, colors, and venue were all wrong—not our cream and green nature-themed invites, but stark white with silver lettering. Instead of our cabin, the address was the country club where Clover had married.
“Thanks. I’ll call you back,” I said, ending the call and dialing the printer.
The woman who’d handled our order confirmed my fears. “Your order was canceled by Circe, who said she was Draven’s mother and had your approval. A new, pricier order was placed due to the last-minute change…”
“No,” I whispered, hanging up. Panic surged as I checked the bakery, dress boutique, and caterer—all our choices were canceled and replaced.
They’d even swapped my dress! I was furious. They’d crossed every line. I tried calling Circe and Clover, but they ignored me. I drove to their house, saw them dim the lights, and knocked in vain before giving up.
Days later, Draven got Circe on the phone.
“Mum, you had no right,” he said, putting her on speaker.
“Darling, you’re young. You don’t know what a proper wedding looks like. We had to step in before you embarrassed yourselves with a cabin and a nature theme,” she said.
“It’s our wedding, and we’re paying,” Draven countered.
“No, we’re paying now, and Clover’s handling the rest,” Circe insisted. “Just show up and enjoy.”
“Circe,” I started, but she hung up.
Tears welled as Draven hugged me. “I’m so sorry, love.”
Before I could collapse into sobs, the doorbell rang. My best friend stood there with wine and my favorite ice cream.
Hours later, on the back porch, we were laughing, the release a balm to my pain.
“So, what now?” she asked after a quiet moment.
“What do you mean?”
“You can’t let them win,” she said. “It sets a bad precedent.”
She was right. I’d thought it was over. “What can I do?”
“Plan your wedding again,” she shrugged. “Your way. Don’t tell them until the last minute.”
A grin spread across my face. Soon, we were inside, reviewing our original plans.
It was too late to call vendors, but she returned the next day to help. We’d lost deposits, but I had savings. The cabin was still available, and vendors agreed to help for higher fees. Mailed invitations were impossible, so Draven crafted elegant e-invites. We agreed to exclude his parents and Clover.
“They deserve it,” Draven said. “I feel bad for Dad, but he can’t keep secrets from Mum. We’ll let them host their country club wedding and not show up. I’ll ensure the extended family stays quiet.”
On the wedding day, I stepped from my best friend’s car in my chosen gown, gazing at the cabin adorned like a fairy-tale forest. Everything was perfect.
Guests smiled as I walked the aisle alone. Holding Draven’s hand, hearing his vows, I glanced at the empty seats reserved for his family, feeling no guilt.
During the reception, our phones buzzed incessantly, so we switched to airplane mode. Draven’s uncle whispered that Circe was “losing it.”
Draven told him to ignore her.
After a joyous reception, we retreated to the cabin’s suite, spending our first night as husband and wife. We savored a week of bliss, shutting out the world.
Back home, our peace was broken by pounding on the door. Circe, Clover, and Draven’s father, Eldric, demanded entry.
I wanted to ignore them, as they’d ignored me, but it was time to face them. Draven opened the door, and they stormed in, red-faced, demanding answers. Eldric stood back, looking ashamed.
“How dare you humiliate us?” Circe shouted. “We stood like fools at the country club while you and the family were off in the woods!”
“What were you thinking?” Clover snapped.
“I was thinking we deserved our wedding, as we told you,” Draven said firmly.
“No!” Clover jabbed a finger at me. “This was you, Nyx!”
“It was both of us,” I said, arms crossed. “I’d have included you at our wedding, not yours.”
“Weddings aren’t just parties!” Circe wailed.
“Enough!” Draven cut in. “Nyx’s my wife now.”
“Draven, don’t yell at me!” Circe said.
“Listen,” I said, stepping in as Draven’s anger flared. “I know you don’t think I fit in your family because of my background. But I had the right to plan my wedding, to feel included. I’d have been out of place at your country club.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” Clover scoffed.
“Yes, I would,” I insisted. “You’d know if you’d talked to me instead of secretly taking over and ignoring me. So we had our cabin wedding. We didn’t want to exclude you, but you forced our hand.”
Circe opened her mouth, but Draven spoke, calmer now. “You did this to yourselves. The family agrees we did the right thing. Leave and reflect on your actions.”
“You can’t kick us out,” Clover said softly, glancing between us.
“We can do more,” Draven said. “We can cut you off entirely until you respect our choices and accept Nyx as my wife. What’s it going to be?”
“We don’t want that,” Eldric said quietly.
“I don’t either, Dad, but it’s up to them,” Draven replied.
“We’re sorry,” Clover said.
Circe’s face twisted before she mumbled, “Yes, sorry.”
“I’ll call tomorrow,” Draven said. “Today, I’m with my wife.”
Life didn’t magically fix itself. Clover began including me at gatherings, taking interest in my words. Eldric always greeted me warmly. Circe remained challenging, but I didn’t care much.
Draven had proven I was his family, even if it was just us. That was enough.