The Mother-in-Law’s Surprise Seating Arrangement
With a sweet smile, I stepped away from the table and made a quiet call to the catering manager. If Patricia wanted to insert herself into our wedding like this, I would make sure she got *exactly* what she deserved.
Minutes later, the waitstaff arrived, moving the entire head table *forward*—leaving Patricia and her stolen chair awkwardly positioned in the middle of the dance floor, alone.
The guests whispered, stifling giggles. Ethan finally noticed and leaned toward me. *”Uh, babe… what’s happening?”*
I shrugged innocently. *”Oh, nothing. Just making sure your mom gets all the attention she wants.”*
Patricia’s face paled as she realized what had happened. She was *completely* separated from the table, sitting awkwardly in her self-appointed throne, all eyes on her. She tried scooting her chair back, but the waitstaff had discreetly locked the legs in place.
Then, the speeches began.
*”I’d like to toast the happy couple,”* my maid of honor said, raising her glass. *”May they always be *side by side* in love and happiness!”*
Laughter rippled through the room as guests clinked glasses—*everyone* emphasizing “side by side.”
Patricia fumed. She turned to Ethan. *”Tell them to stop this nonsense!”*
But Ethan, now fully aware of how ridiculous she looked, finally sighed. *”Mom, you made your point. Just sit where you were supposed to.”*
Defeated and humiliated, she huffed and tried to move her chair back—only to realize she was *trapped* in the middle of the floor until the waitstaff helped her out.
That was the moment she *finally* learned that if she wanted to act like the bride, she’d better be prepared to take center stage.
