Ben invited me to dinner at his family home in Meadowbrook.
I spent three hours getting ready, changing outfits four times, practicing what I’d say. First impressions matter, right?
I wanted his parents to love me the way their son did.
I should’ve known better.
The second we walked through the door, his mother, Stella, looked me up and down like I was something rotting on her expensive carpet.
She leaned toward her husband Richard and whispered, “Is she the girl’s mother?”
The words hit me like ice water.
Ben’s face went red. “Mom, that’s Stephanie! My fiancée!”
Stella’s expression didn’t soften. If anything, it got colder.
“She’s taking up too much space in our home,” she said, not even bothering to lower her voice anymore. “Are you seriously expecting us to accept HER as our daughter-in-law?”
