I hired a psychic for my hen party as a little joke—mainly to rattle my difficult future mother-in-law. It was meant to be harmless fun, just something to get under her skin a bit. But what started as a silly prank quickly spiraled into a shocking confrontation. It ended with a hidden item falling out of her fancy designer purse—something that nearly destroyed my entire wedding.
Let me back up.
From the moment I met Jacob’s mother, Ellen, she didn’t like me. She barely even tried to hide it. When Jacob introduced us, I could tell she thought I wasn’t good enough for her precious son. At first, I thought I was imagining it. But one day, when Jacob wasn’t around, she made it perfectly clear.
“I just don’t see how someone from your… social circle would fit into our family,” she said, cool as ice.
I just sat there, speechless. Who even says things like that?
As the wedding got closer, she only got worse. She hated everything I planned. My wedding cake was “too plain.” I invited “too many people.” When I showed her a photo of my dress, she wrinkled her nose and said, “You’re not seriously wearing that? It looks cheap. Jacob deserves better.”
I tried to ignore her. I really did. I love Jacob, and I didn’t want to start a war with his mother. But I knew she was trying to ruin things for me.
That’s when I had the idea. As a bit of cheeky fun—and maybe a light revenge—I decided to invite a psychic to the hen party. It was supposed to be funny, a way to catch Ellen off guard. I figured the psychic might say something spooky or weirdly personal and make Ellen squirm a little. Just a harmless laugh.
The party was amazing. All my closest friends were there. We had drinks, music, tons of laughs. The wedding was only a week away, and despite the chaos, I was finally starting to feel like everything was falling into place.
Then the psychic arrived.
She looked exactly how you’d picture one: flowing robes in deep purple and gold, sparkly bangles that jingled when she moved, and the kind of eyes that felt like they could see straight through you. My friends were whispering and giggling with excitement. We all sat in a circle while she gave us quick readings—talking about love, new beginnings, and what the future might hold.
Everything was going smoothly. Until she got to Ellen.
That’s when everything changed.
The psychic locked eyes with her and went totally serious. Then, in a low, calm voice, she said, “You. Your handbag holds a secret.”
The room went dead silent. Laughter stopped. My heart started pounding. This wasn’t part of the plan.
Ellen stiffened in her seat. She forced a smile, but I could see she was nervous.
“This is ridiculous,” she said with a laugh that didn’t quite sound real. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
But the psychic didn’t let up. She leaned in a little closer. “You’ve hidden something. Something you don’t want others to see.”
Everyone was staring at her now. Ellen gave a little chuckle, but her voice trembled. “I have no secrets,” she insisted.
The psychic tilted her head. “It’s connected to a wedding. You’ve done something… to interfere.”
My stomach dropped. A wedding? Could she mean my wedding?
I looked at Ellen. Her smile was gone. Her eyes darted around the room like she wanted to escape.
“I don’t know what this woman thinks she’s doing,” she snapped, jumping up. “But I’m not staying here to be accused of—”
“What’s in your bag?” I asked. My voice came out quieter than I expected.
Ellen froze. She clutched her handbag like it was glued to her body. Everyone was watching. My friends, who had been in on the original joke, now looked just as freaked out as I felt.
“This is absurd,” she said, her voice shaking even though she tried to sound confident.
The psychic didn’t move. “You did something to hurt someone you care about. Something involving bridal attire.”
Bridal attire.
My dress.
I stopped breathing for a second. My friends all turned to me, wide-eyed.
Ellen gripped her bag so tightly her knuckles went white. “You’re lying!” she shouted. “I would never—”
“Then show us what’s in your bag,” the psychic said calmly.
Ellen stepped back like she was trying to run. “I don’t need to prove anything to you,” she snapped. “This whole thing is nonsense.”
The tension was unbearable. I couldn’t take it anymore. I stepped forward, my hands trembling. “Ellen,” I said. “Let me see what’s in your bag.”
She held it tighter. But before she could move, my friend Sarah reached out and tried to take it. There was a brief struggle—and then the bag slipped from Ellen’s hands and hit the floor.
Everything spilled out.
A small sewing kit. Lipstick. Tissues. And… a piece of lace.
Not just any lace. My lace. From my wedding dress.
The room gasped. I couldn’t move. I just stared at the delicate fabric lying there on the floor.
How did she get that?
Why did she have it?
I looked up at her, my voice barely a whisper. “What have you done?”
Ellen’s face turned pale. She backed away, her mouth trembling. “I never meant for this to happen,” she mumbled.
No one spoke. We were all frozen in place.
I stepped closer. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt. “Tell me the truth,” I said. “What did you do to my dress?”
She wiped her eyes and finally spoke. “I… I didn’t want you to marry Jacob,” she confessed. “I thought… if something went wrong, he might change his mind.”
My legs almost gave out beneath me. My friends stood silently behind me, just as stunned.
“I went to the bridal shop after your fitting,” she said. “I waited until you left. I snuck in and cut a few stitches. Just enough… to make the dress fall apart when you walked down the aisle.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She sabotaged my dress. The woman who was supposed to become family.
“Why?” I whispered. “Why would you do something so cruel?”
She collapsed into a chair, sobbing. “I didn’t think it would go this far. I just… I thought Jacob deserved better. I never wanted to actually hurt you.”
I was shaking. I didn’t even know what to say.
Then, I felt a hand on my shoulder. My mom had been watching quietly the whole time. But now, she stepped forward and stood between me and Ellen.
Her voice was calm, but furious. “How dare you.”
Ellen looked up, still crying.
“How dare you try to ruin my daughter’s wedding,” my mom continued. “Do you have any idea how much she loves Jacob? How much we tried to include you in everything?”
“I didn’t—” Ellen started.
“No,” my mom cut her off. “You’ve shown who you are. You don’t respect my daughter. You don’t respect us. This wedding is about love. Family. And if you can’t be part of that, then you shouldn’t be there at all.”
No one said a word.
Ellen sat, crying quietly. And my mom didn’t back down.
“You will fix this,” she said firmly. “Or you won’t come to the wedding.”
Ellen nodded slowly, tears still streaming down her face. She knew she had no choice.
I just stood there, heart pounding, completely shaken. I didn’t know what would happen next. But I knew one thing for sure:
Nothing would ever be the same again.
