My Daughter Attempted to Hijack My Wedding Day — Here’s How I Stood My Ground

My Entitled Daughter Stole My Wedding, but I Didn’t Let It Slide
Traffic has trapped Mabel and Adam in a limousine as they slither down the expressway on the day of their wedding. Amanda, Mabel’s daughter, takes over the wedding and steals the show instead of entertaining her mother’s guests. At the wedding, will Mabel get revenge or will she simply let Amanda learn her lesson in a different way?

You do realize that weddings are meant to be magical? A whole day devoted to the union of love, months of preparation, and the opportunity to stand with your significant other and make a lifelong commitment…

At least that was the dream until my daughter Amanda made it into a terrible nightmare.

I sigh.

Of course, everything began with traffic. Due to an overturned truck miles ahead, my fiancé Adam and I were stranded in our limousine on the road, surrounded by brake lights. The customs didn’t really concern us. The least of our worries was seeing each other before to the ceremony because we had already been married.

“Time, please, Ben?” I phoned our driver over the intercom.

“It’s difficult to say, Mabel,” he said. But whenever I can, I’m attempting to gape in! I’ll see you and Adam through to marriage.”

There was no doubt that we would be late.

Adam knocked on the sofa and murmured, “Love, call Amanda,” his jaw clenched. “Tell her to sort out the guests, just get the band going and keep people entertained.”

Already under pressure, I called my daughter. The second ring caught her attention.

I remarked, “Hey, sweetie,” as soon as she responded. “Traffic has us stalled. Everything is at a standstill because of an accident. Could you check that everything at the venue is operating without a hitch? We’ll be in around half an hour. “Get the band playing,” Adam urged.

“Of course, Mommy!” Amanda’s voice was honey sweet as she chirped. “You only need to worry about getting here, nothing else. Everything else is under my control. “Be careful!”

I released my breath, allowing her reassurance to soothe my anxiety. However, my phone buzzed less than five minutes later. It was Jess, my sister.

She spoke in a panic.

“You must come here right now, Si! Before the phone ended, she trailed off, “It’s Amanda, she.”

“She’s what?” I mumbled and tried to dial again right away, but it went straight to voicemail. We had no choice but to crawl through the traffic, but a large pit formed in my stomach.

“What do you suppose Jess intended? What do you suppose is happening? I filled Adam in, then asked.

His words were, “Oh, honey,” “Honestly, I’m sure Amanda picked up a mic and is trying to sing with the band.”

Nothing could have prepared me for what I witnessed thirty minutes later when we finally drew up to the location. With a bouquet of ivory roses in her hand, Amanda stood on the steps, her face beaming. She wore a bridal gown. It was plain and white, yet it was unmistakably a wedding gown.

As she posed with a brilliant smile, our photographers surrounded her, clicking away. Kyle, her boyfriend of just a year, was standing next to her, looking confused and uneasy in a suit.

My heart stopped.

“What the hell is going on?” I shouted and rushed upstairs.

Amanda turned to face me with a startled and amused look on her face.

So she exclaimed, “Oh, Mommy!” I’m very sorry you were unable to attend the ceremony! It was very beautiful.

My mouth fell open.

“My ritual? Did you attend my ceremony? My ceremony was stolen by you? Are you losing your mind, Amanda?

“Well,” she murmured, wiping her dress of fictitious dust. “I reasoned that we couldn’t waste time because you were running late. The officiant needed to get underway, and everything was already in place. I detest delays, as you are well aware. “So, I got married to Kyle.”

It was so daring that I couldn’t even speak. My lovely ceremony, which Adam and I had spent months planning and dreaming about, was completely gone. My own daughter had taken it over.

She chirped, “You’ll get married another day!” as like she hadn’t just broken my heart. “I’m going to make the last trek down to the reception hall with Kyle. Confetti and rice will be thrown by the guests. Would you like to participate?

I gave a headshake.

Adam approached me from behind, his expression a mixture of rage and sadness. I knew that Amanda’s actions had also shattered his heart because he had spent so much time attempting to connect and develop a relationship with her.

His words were, “Say the word, love,” “Say the word, Mabel, and I’ll shut this down right now.”

I turned to face the girl I had raised, Amanda, who was now looking at me with a smug, angry gaze. I balled my fists. My entire body begged me to attack her and reclaim the things she had taken.

But I let out a slow breath.

I whispered, “She’s still my daughter,” to Adam. “Avoid it. I’ll find another way to discipline her.”

The experience of the welcome was unreal. Amanda was totally unaware of the destruction she had made as she bounded around the room like the heroine in a fairy tale.

In between courses, my relatives and friends stopped by to inquire about the true nature of the situation.

My aunt remarked, “Mabel, we thought it was your wedding, dear,” “Your happy ending was meant to come. What is Amanda’s marriage to be about? We were unaware that she was even having a romantic relationship.

“I don’t know, Aunt Joy,” I put forth. “I’m just as surprised as you are.”

Amanda even had the audacity to cut into the cake we had ordered, replete with the lovely sugar flowers, when dessert time came.

At one point, Jess drew me away, her eyes burning.

“While I was speaking to you, your daughter grabbed my phone. Then, during the ceremony, she locked me in the restroom! There was nothing more I could do! When you arrived, why didn’t you stop her?

“Because,” I murmured, my lips curving into a smile. “Revenge is best served cold.”

Later that night, the true kicker arrived. Amanda, grinning as though nothing had occurred, knocked on the door of our hotel room.

Adam and I were munching our way through the dessert menu from the room service while seated on the bed.

“So,” she remarked as she leaned on the room’s cupboard. “Kyle and I require your honeymoon tickets to Chile. After all, there’s no reason for you people to use them.”

Adam stopped. His hand twitched toward the night light as if he were about to chuck it, I swear.

However, I grinned while speaking quietly.

“Obviously, my dear. The tickets are yours to keep. Kyle and you both deserve to have some fun.

Amanda let herself out, grabbed a strawberry from one of the platters, shrieked, and gave me a hug.

“What the hell, Mabel?” Adam enquired. “Really? Is she also going on our honeymoon? We put forth a lot of effort to achieve this. Our honeymoon, our wedding, everything. For what purpose? To have Amanda act like such a brat?”

When I said, “I know you’re upset,” “But believe me, honey. She will be taught a lesson. You will see in two days.”

Two mornings later, Amanda called as scheduled, her voice anything but happy.

She cried out, “How could you do this to me, Mom?!”

I held the phone to my ear and grinned.

“Amanda, darling, is something wrong?”

“Wrong?” she cried out loud. “I got tickets to the Arctic thanks to you! There is nothing to do when we are frozen and stranded in the middle of nowhere.

I suppressed a chuckle. Technically, the tickets had been for Chile. However, they were really a stopover before our actual destination—an Arctic expedition—was reached. Polar bear sightings, freezing lakes, and walks on glaciers.

We had the trip of our dreams. However, Amanda? The cold was something she detested. She like exotic locations and opulent resorts.

Amanda in her classic form. She had never bothered to look at the entire schedule.

“You asked for the tickets, Amanda,” I replied.

She complained, “But what must I do?”

“You are now a married lady. Work things out.

She was already cursing when she hung up on me. And my smile wouldn’t go away.

Adam and I came up with new strategies in the interim. A week later, my sister and our closest friends came together to host the most exquisite wedding celebration at Jess’s house.

Everything was taken care of by them, including the decorations and catering, and it turned out even better than I had hoped.

Amanda was not invited this time. Do you know what was so unique about it all? The presents.

Amanda had taken over my first wedding, so we got all the gifts. Adam’s older brother gave him a brand-new espresso machine, opulent linens, and a spa weekend that was all paid for.

Karma seemed to have wrapped itself in a present for us.

Amanda had yet another breakdown after learning the truth.

She called out, “Mom, you stole my wedding gifts?” “Everything was supposed to be left at the wedding venue until we got back from our honeymoon.”

“I think you should stop talking,” I replied.

She sobbed, “Mom, you ruined everything for me!” “I can’t believe you stole my damn gifts.”

“Amanda,” I said with a giggle. “Your presents? My wedding was stolen by you. Think of this as a fair trade.

Adam doubled over and burst out laughing at the espresso machine.

What about Amanda and Kyle’s recent marriage?

It’s already on the rocks, from what I understand. Later, Jess informed me that Kyle appeared utterly miserable throughout the wedding ceremony. And during the reception, I had personally witnessed that. He had entirely shunned Adam and me.

“That boy’s in for a rough ride with her,” Jess remarked when she visited a few days later for tea and cake.

Even though Amanda stole my dream wedding, her happily-ever-after was already in jeopardy.

What about Adam and me? We’ve never been better. It was amazing when we went on our honeymoon in the Arctic.

I suppose it’s best to learn some lessons the hard way. I like to think Amanda has come to terms with the fact that entitlement has a price, even though she may never acknowledge it.

What if not? Let’s just say that I will always be pleased that she was able to outwit herself.

After all, karma has a way of making things equal.

How would you have responded?