I thought it would be a funny little prank—a psychic at my hen party. Just a bit of harmless fun to throw off my difficult future mother-in-law. But what started as a light-hearted joke turned into something I never expected. What we found in her expensive handbag could’ve destroyed my whole wedding.
From the moment I met Jacob’s mum, she didn’t like me. Not even a little. When Jacob first introduced us, I could feel her judging me. I tried to brush it off, but eventually, she stopped hiding her feelings. One day, when Jacob wasn’t around, she looked at me and said, “I just don’t see how someone from your background fits into our family.”
I didn’t know what to say. I just stood there, stunned.
As the wedding got closer, she only got worse. She criticized everything. The cake was “too simple,” I had “too many guests,” and don’t even get me started on the dress. When I showed her a photo of it, she sneered and said, “You’re not seriously wearing that? It looks cheap. Jacob deserves better.”
I tried to ignore her. I love Jacob, and I didn’t want to stir up drama. But deep down, I knew she was trying to ruin my big day.
That’s when I got the idea. I booked a fortune teller for my hen party—not for real advice, just to spook her a little. I thought it would be hilarious if the psychic mentioned something oddly specific about her. Nothing major, just enough to make her sweat.
The party was amazing. My best friends were there, the drinks were flowing, and we laughed so much. With just one week to go before the wedding, I finally felt like things were coming together.
Then the psychic arrived.
She looked like something out of a movie—dressed in rich purples and gold, with sparkling jewelry that clinked as she walked. Her eyes were deep and intense. My friends whispered excitedly as we sat in a circle, waiting for our readings.
She went around the group, giving each of us cheerful predictions about love and the future. It was exactly the fun I hoped for.
Then she got to my future mother-in-law.
Everything changed.
The psychic’s face turned serious. She pointed straight at her and said, “You. Your handbag… holds a secret.”
The room went completely still. No one laughed. My heart pounded. This wasn’t part of the joke.
My mother-in-law shifted in her seat. She tried to laugh it off, but I saw the flicker of fear in her eyes.
“That’s ridiculous,” she said, waving her hand. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The psychic didn’t back down. She stepped closer and spoke more firmly. “You’ve done something… something you’ve hidden.”
Everyone stared. My future mother-in-law gave a shaky laugh. “I have no secrets,” she insisted, but her voice wobbled.
The psychic tilted her head. “It’s tied to a wedding,” she said slowly. “An attempt to ruin it.”
My stomach dropped. I sat frozen, watching. Was this still just a performance? But the look on Ellen’s face—yes, her name is Ellen—was pure panic.
“You’re lying,” she snapped, standing up suddenly. “This is some kind of trick!”
I stood too. My voice was quiet but steady. “Ellen… what’s in your bag?”
She clutched her handbag tightly, her knuckles white. Everyone was watching her now. Even my friends, who had been in on the psychic prank, looked genuinely worried.
“This is insane,” she said. “You’re all being ridiculous.”
But the psychic wasn’t letting go. “You’ve hurt someone close to you,” she said in a low, calm voice. “It’s connected to a wedding. And bridal clothing.”
My chest tightened. Bridal clothing?
My dress?
I glanced at my friends. Their faces mirrored my shock.
Ellen gripped her bag even tighter. “You’re lying!” she shouted. “I would never—”
“Then show us,” the psychic cut in. “If you have nothing to hide.”
Ellen backed away, eyes darting around like she wanted to run. “I don’t owe you anything,” she said, her voice rising.
I had enough. I stepped forward, my voice trembling. “What’s in your bag, Ellen?”
She didn’t answer. Then, suddenly, my friend Sarah reached out—and in the struggle, Ellen’s handbag fell to the floor. Its contents spilled across the room.
Among the mess was a sewing kit.
And then… a scrap of lace.
My lace. From my wedding dress.
Gasps filled the room. I stared at the fabric, my heart racing. How? Why? How did she even have it?
I turned to her, voice shaking. “What have you done?”
Ellen’s face went pale. Her lips trembled. She looked from the lace to me, and tears began to form.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she whispered.
No one moved. No one spoke. I stepped closer, my heart hammering.
“Tell me what you did to my dress,” I said.
She wiped at her eyes, finally admitting, “I wanted to stop your wedding to Jacob. I thought… if something went wrong, maybe he’d think twice.”
The words hit me like a punch. My friends stared in horror. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“I snuck in after your dress fitting,” she said, voice cracking. “When you left. I cut a few threads. Just enough to make the dress fall apart when you walked down the aisle.”
My mind spun. She had actually tried to ruin my wedding. All because she didn’t think I was good enough?
“Why would you do that?” I asked, tears stinging my eyes. “How could you be so cruel?”
Ellen dropped into a chair, sobbing. “I didn’t want it to go this far,” she cried. “I just wanted Jacob to realize he could do better.”
I stood there, shaking. This woman was supposed to be part of my family. Instead, she tried to humiliate me on the most important day of my life. And Jacob wasn’t even there to see it.
Then, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. My mum.
She had watched the entire thing silently—until now.
She stepped between me and Ellen. Her voice was low and full of anger. “How dare you,” she said. “How dare you try to destroy my daughter’s wedding. She loves Jacob. We’ve done everything to include you.”
Ellen sniffled. “I didn’t mean—”
But my mum cut her off. “You meant every bit of it. And let me be clear—if you can’t support this marriage, then don’t come to the wedding at all.”
The room stayed silent. Ellen sobbed, but my mum didn’t budge.
“You’ll fix this,” she said firmly. “Or you won’t be there.”
Ellen nodded, tears streaming down her face. She knew she had no choice.
I stood in shock. Everything had changed in that moment. I didn’t know what would happen next, but I knew one thing for sure:
Nothing would ever be the same again.
