‘Will You Be My Mommy?’: Little Girl Grows Fond of Thief Who Saved Her

Fate brings a petty thief and a little girl mourning her mother’s death together at a birthday celebration. An unexpected incident turns the tables as the thief ends up saving the girl from a threat, filling the little one’s broken heart with a new hope.

The afternoon sunlight spilled across the gleaming marble countertops of Magic Cakes & Bakes, where flour-dusted bakers moved like synchronized dancers under Mrs. Holmes’ razor-sharp gaze. Her voice cracked like a whip, directing each movement with military precision.

“Carlos!” she bellowed, her voice slicing through the kitchen’s controlled chaos. “These fondant edges look like they were sculpted by a toddler with mittens!”

A bakery | Source: Midjourney

A bakery | Source: Midjourney

Carlos, a burly baker with tattoos peeking from beneath his rolled-up sleeves, winced, his hands hovering over the delicate sugar work. He knew better than to argue.

“Look closer,” Mrs. Holmes snapped. “I want them so perfect they could bring a grown man to tears! This isn’t just any cake. That little girl who is celebrating her birthday has lost her mother. Every single detail matters to cheer her up. The girl and her father must be impressed!”

The life-size princess cake was more than just a dessert. It was a masterpiece — a towering architectural wonder commissioned by Richard, the town’s most influential businessman. For his daughter Penny’s eighth birthday, nothing less than perfection would do.

A life-size princess cake in a bakery | Source: Midjourney

A life-size princess cake in a bakery | Source: Midjourney

Twelve hours of meticulous work had gone into every sugar-spun detail. Delicate fondant petals as thin as butterfly wings. Crystal sugar decorations that caught light like precious stones. A cake so beautiful it seemed almost criminal to cut.

Meanwhile, in the shadows, 28-year-old Eden swayed slightly as she entered the bakery. Hunger was a constant companion, a relentless beast gnawing at her insides these past few days. Her fingers trembled, brushing against her empty pockets.

The display of donuts called to her. They were golden-brown circles of temptation, their glaze catching the light like liquid gold. One quick scan. No eyes were watching. Eden’s heart raced as she approached the shelf.

A young woman in a bakery | Source: Midjourney

A young woman in a bakery | Source: Midjourney

In a heartbeat, five donuts disappeared beneath her threadbare hoodie. Her hand reached for a pack of cookies when a loud voice jolted her from behind.

“Well, well. What do we have here?”

Mrs. Holmes materialized like a thundercloud, her hands planted firmly on her hips.

“A thief! In my bakery. In broad daylight.”

Eden froze.

Before she could stammer an explanation or plead, a thunderous crash like the world ending erupted behind them.

The princess cake — the magnificent, 12 hours-long labor of love — crashed to the floor in a spectacular explosion of sugar, cream, and shattered dreams.

Silence hung for a razor-thin moment before mayhem erupted.

A damaged cake on the floor | Source: Midjourney

A damaged cake on the floor | Source: Midjourney

Mrs. Holmes’ face cycled through fury, shock, and desperation. Tears welled in her eyes, not from sadness, but from a primal surge of panic. Twelve hours of work. Twelve painstaking hours of crafting perfection were obliterated in seconds.

“No,” she whispered. Then louder again. “NOOOOOOOOOO!”

Her fingers gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white. The clock mocked her. She had just 60 impossible minutes to recreate a miracle.

“What are we going to do? The cake’s supposed to be delivered to Mr. Richard’s mansion in an hour. How am I gonna salvage this cake? It took me hours to make that perfect princess.”

A baker gaping in shock | Source: Midjourney

A baker gaping in shock | Source: Midjourney

Her eyes, still wet but now blazing with a manic determination, landed on Eden. The would-be thief stood frozen, stolen donuts pressed against her trembling body like a shield.

A wild spark ignited in Mrs. Holmes’ mind. Impossible. Crazy. And very much desperate.

“Have you ever wanted to be a princess?” she asked, her voice unnaturally calm.

Eden blinked, confusion wrestling with fear. “What are you talking about?”

“$300,” Mrs. Holmes said suddenly. “Three hundred dollars to stand absolutely still. Become our life-size cake. Our living, breathing princess.”

The offer hung between them like a lifeline wrapped in absurdity.

A startled woman | Source: Midjourney

A startled woman | Source: Midjourney

“Are you out of your mind?” Eden’s voice cracked. “Me? Become a cake? Why don’t you just recreate it instead of wanting to mummify me in buttery cream and fondant?”

“My ovens aren’t supersonic machines to bake the perfect cake in just 60 minutes, girl. Now shut up and listen to me. All you have to do is stand still and think you’re Cinderella frozen in time… well, cake!”

“No, I can’t—”

Mrs. Holmes leaned closer, her breath smelling of vanilla and desperation. “The CCTV caught your little theft, darling. Jail time for petty stealing? Or three hundred dollars for two hours of standing still, pretending to be a life-size princess cake?”

Eden’s mind raced. Jail meant losing everything. Her freedom. Dreams.

A stunned young woman | Source: Midjourney

A stunned young woman | Source: Midjourney

“I’ll be arrested anyway if this goes wrong,” she stammered.

“Not if you’re perfect,” Mrs. Holmes whispered. “Absolutely perfect.”

“What if they find out?”

Mrs. Holmes waved away her concerns with a brisk, dismissive gesture. “Nonsense! Mr. Richard will donate the cake to the local children’s shelter right in the middle of the party, transporting it in his mini truck. My bakers will craft a perfect replica in no time. We’ll swap the cakes en route, and you’ll be free.”

Her eyes glinted with excitement and ruthless determination. “Two hours. That’s all I need from you. Now, let’s get you prepared… I mean, dressed in cake!”

One heartbeat. Two. And Eden nodded, her heart fluttering with anxiety.

A distressed woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

A distressed woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

An hour later, the ‘miraculous’ transformation was complete. Thin films of plastic hugged Eden’s body, layers of buttercream and fondant turning her into a living artwork. Mrs. Holmes’ makeup skills were nothing short of sorcery and Eden looked less like a person and more like a fairytale come to life.

“What if she cuts my face?”

“Eight-year-olds can’t reach your face,” Mrs. Holmes reassured her. “Just stay still.”

Eden’s mind drifted to someone close.

“I’m a street artist and I did this for him,” she murmured. “Johnny!”

A woman applying eye shadow | Source: Pexels

A woman applying eye shadow | Source: Pexels

Mrs. Holmes’ expression softened for just a moment. “Your dad?”

“My homeless friend who lives down the street.”

“Well, you can buy him a dozen donuts for $300! Now… It’s showtime, girl!” she exclaimed.

And the impossible became real. Buried in layers of creamy cake, Eden was driven to the most exquisite mansion in all of town. The building was a cathedral of wealth. Crystal chandeliers cascaded like frozen waterfalls and marble floors reflected the glittering celebration.

A luxurious mansion | Source: Midjourney

A luxurious mansion | Source: Midjourney

Little Penny’s birthday transformed the grand hall into a wonderland of childhood dreams. Soft classical music whispered in the background, a delicate counterpoint to the children’s excited squeals.

“Oh my God, Daddy!” she gasped, her eyes suddenly transformed into galaxies of pure wonder as the life-size princess cake was rolled in. “It’s… it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!”

Mr. Richard leaned down, his voice soft with emotion. “Just like a fairy tale princess, sweetheart. Look at those details… it’s incredible.”

Penny approached the cake, her small fingers reaching out but not quite touching. “She looks so real! And perfect, like she could just… move!”

Little did the girl know that beneath those perfect fondant layers, carefully sculpted to resemble an elegant princess gown, a living, breathing human stood impossibly still… every muscle controlled, every breath shallow and calculated.

A delighted little girl | Source: Midjourney

A delighted little girl | Source: Midjourney

Eden remained a statue, her heartbeat the only movement hidden within the intricate sugar-spun masterpiece.

“It’s magic,” her father whispered, watching his daughter’s face light up with pure, unbridled joy — a moment of happiness that seemed to push back the shadows of their recent grief.

An elderly guest, Harold, adjusted his glasses in the middle of the party. Something seemed off to him.

“Is that cake… blinking?” he mumbled, squinting.

His companion, a jovial man with a glass of champagne, chuckled. “You’ve had too much wine, Harold. Cakes don’t blink.”

But Eden did. Microscopic movements. Imperceptible breaths.

Penny’s small hand trembled as she cut the first slice off the cake’s creamy hem, sugar crystals catching the light like tiny diamonds. Music swelled. Cameras flashed. A perfect moment captured in time.

And underneath it all, Eden watched, her heart pounding with fear.

Rear shot of a life-size princess cake in a party hall | Source: Midjourney

Rear shot of a life-size princess cake in a party hall | Source: Midjourney

When the garden party beckoned and guests streamed outside for a treasure hunt, silence descended. Eden’s muscles screamed with relief. An hour of absolute stillness had turned her body into a living statue. Each microscopic movement felt like a victory, each stolen breath a rebellion.

Then, the sound of clicking stilettos jolted her, snapping her back into her act.

Richard’s fiancée Olivia and her mother Stella entered the room like venomous butterflies, their designer outfits whispering wealth and malevolence.

“Mom, do you have it?” Olivia whispered.

Stella’s manicured hand emerged from a designer bag as she pulled out a small shimmery purse. “Taken from her room this morning.”

A rich woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

A rich woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

Olivia’s smile transformed. No longer sweet, but wickedly predatory. Her fingers closed around a glittering diamond necklace like a serpent’s touch. She slid it into the purse, each movement precise and deliberate.

“This should get rid of the little brat!” The words dripped with calculated cruelty. “Mom, you know what to do next, yeah?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Stella responded, punctuating her statement with a conspiratorial laugh that sent a chill through the room. Eden was shocked and confused as she watched Stella ascend the stairs with the purse.

Soon, everyone returned inside and the guests settled into their seats, crystal glasses clinking and silver cutlery arranged precisely. Suddenly, Olivia’s voice cut through the ambient chatter.

A rich senior woman holding a shimmery purse | Source: Midjourney

A rich senior woman holding a shimmery purse | Source: Midjourney

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, her hand dramatically pressed against her chest. “My diamond necklace! It’s gone!”

A hush fell over the room. “What do you mean, gone?” Stella leaned forward, joining the act.

“Disappeared!” Olivia’s eyes swept the room, her gaze calculating. “It was right there in my room. And now, it’s gone!”

Whispers erupted around the table. “How could that happen?” one guest muttered.

Stella reached out, touching her daughter’s arm. “Someone must have stolen it,” she said, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “We should search the mansion.”

“Stolen? Are you sure, honey?” Richard gasped, turning to Olivia.

A shocked man | Source: Midjourney

A shocked man | Source: Midjourney

“I’ll look everywhere,” she announced. “This is unacceptable!”

She began a meticulous, exaggerated search. She peered under tablecloths and rifled through nearby surfaces, her movements designed to draw maximum attention. Minutes ticked by, the tension in the room growing thick with anticipation.

Then, emerging from upstairs, Olivia’s triumphant voice rang out. “I found it!” she declared. “And you’ll never guess WHERE I found it or WHO was responsible!”

“Richard, look at what your daughter did!” she then declared, her voice dripping with false outrage. “She STOLE my necklace. I found it in her room… in her purse.”

An angry woman pointing her finger | Source: Midjourney

An angry woman pointing her finger | Source: Midjourney

Little Penny’s face turned ashen as the guests gasped in shock. Richard stood stunned, his gaze slowly turning to his daughter, who immediately burst into tears, vehemently declaring her innocence.

“I didn’t do it, Daddy! I didn’t steal her necklace… I promise.”

“Save it, girl!” Olivia hissed. “Is this what you do? Steal from your own family?”

The room congealed with a suffocating tension. Olivia’s fingers clutched the necklace like a weapon, her eyes glinting with a predatory satisfaction.

The guests (wealthy, judgmental, and hungry for drama) leaned forward. Whispers slithered through the room like serpents.

A distressed little girl | Source: Midjourney

A distressed little girl | Source: Midjourney

Stella’s voice dripped with manufactured disappointment. “Stealing from family? Richard, your daughter needs discipline.”

“She’s always resented me,” Olivia said, her voice dripping with false hurt. “Never ready to accept me as her stepmother. Richard, you must take a stand now. It’s either her or me.”

Stella nodded emphatically. “Exactly. This behavior cannot continue.”

Richard looked visibly uncomfortable, his gaze shifting between his daughter and his future wife. “Penny,” he spoke finally, his voice stern, “we’ve always tried to help you understand that Olivia is just attempting to be a mother to you. But you never give her a chance. Never.”

Penny’s shoulders slumped and tears welled in her eyes.

A frustrated man | Source: Midjourney

A frustrated man | Source: Midjourney

Stella saw her moment and seized it. “Richard, I think it’s best to send her to boarding school in England. It’s the only way to… help her.”

Richard hesitated for just a moment before nodding. “Perhaps you’re right.”

“No!” Penny’s cry was raw and desperate. “Please, Daddy! Don’t send me away! I didn’t do anything!”

Her pleas echoed through the room, met with deafening silence.

Suddenly, in a moment that would be forever etched in the memories of everyone present, Eden burst out of the cake. Covered in remnants of sugary decoration, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, with tattered plastic films hanging from her body, she looked like a surreal vision.

“The girl is innocent!” Eden declared, her voice cutting through the chaos. “She didn’t steal the necklace. I saw them put it into her purse. They’re framing her!”

An anxious woman pointing her finger at someone | Source: Midjourney

An anxious woman pointing her finger at someone | Source: Midjourney

A collective gasp rippled through the room. Even Mrs. Holmes stood frozen, shock etched across her face.

“Cin-Cinderella… you’re real?!” Penny exclaimed, her teary eyes filled with wonder.

“No, sweetie. I’m not a Disney princess. I’m just someone… ordinary. Like everyone else,” Eden said.

She took a deep breath and began her confession. She explained how she’d been hired to pose as a life-sized princess cake, recounting the entire incident at the bakery. With careful detail, she described how she had witnessed Olivia and Stella deliberately planting the necklace in Penny’s purse, their scheme meticulously planned to frame the little girl.

“I saw everything,” she added, her voice trembling with emotion.

Olivia’s response was immediate and venomous. “She’s lying!” she screamed. “She’s nothing but a petty thief trying to cause trouble!”

Stella joined in, her accusations sharp and cutting. “Security! Someone call security on this woman!”

A furious woman | Source: Midjourney

A furious woman | Source: Midjourney

Richard’s face darkened with anger. “I’ll call the police myself,” he snarled at Eden. “Olivia loves my daughter. We’re getting married in two weeks. Why would she ever want to frame my daughter for theft? And why should I believe a thief like you?”

Eden’s composure cracked. Tears welled in her eyes, but desperation fueled her words. “Please,” she begged, “you have to believe me. I saw everything. Your fiancée and her mother… they planted the necklace.”

Richard remained unmoved. “A thief?” he spat. “Defending my daughter? Get out before I call the cops.”

With a final burst of defiance, Eden’s voice rose. “You don’t have to believe a thief like me. But as a father, you HAVE to trust your daughter.”

She stormed from the party but her heart ached for Penny.

A woman frowning | Source: Midjourney

A woman frowning | Source: Midjourney

Olivia and Stella immediately turned on Mrs. Holmes, their voices a hurricane of rage and accusations. “You cheated us!” Olivia shrieked. “How dare you set this up? GET OUT!”

The rest of the party dissolved into a silent nightmare. Penny sat quietly, tears streaming down her face, while guests began to drift away, whispers and sideways glances filling the room.

A week crawled by like a wounded animal. Penny’s suitcase sat in her room like a cruel monument to her impending exile. Perfectly folded clothes. Childhood memories packed away. Her entire world condensed into a single piece of luggage.

A suitcase | Source: Pexels

A suitcase | Source: Pexels

Richard moved through the mansion like a ghost, convincing himself he was doing the right thing.

Discipline. Structure. These were the words he repeated to silence the voice of doubt gnawing at his conscience.

Then, fate intervened with the subtlety of a thunderbolt on their way to the airport. He’d forgotten his wallet. A simple mistake that would unravel everything.

Returning home unannounced, Richard overheard Olivia talking to her mother through the crack in their bedroom door.

“I can’t believe the plan worked, Mom!” Her laughter was a knife. “That little brat is finally going away. Richard and I can start our perfect family now.”

Richard’s world stopped, and his angry voice shook the very foundations of the mansion.

“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MY DAUGHTER?”

An angry man yelling | Source: Midjourney

An angry man yelling | Source: Midjourney

Olivia’s carefully constructed facade crumbled. “Richie, what… what are you… I thought you’re—”

“You wanted to expel Penny from this house… and from my life? How dare you?”

“She never loved me. Always thinking about her dead mother. We want our own family, so I thought—” Olivia reasoned.

“PENNY IS MY FAMILY!” Richard roared like a lion defending his cub. “The wedding’s off! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! NOW!”

The wedding plans disintegrated. And Olivia vanished from their lives like a bad dream.

An utterly shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

An utterly shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

Eventually, The search for Eden became Richard’s obsession. Mrs. Holmes knew fragments when he visited her at the bakery.

“She told me she was a street artist who stole to feed a homeless man… I don’t know anything else about her, Mr. Richard,” she admitted.

It felt like a thousand pieces of a broken puzzle.

Johnny, the homeless man, remembered her with a tenderness that spoke volumes. “She draws at the bridge,” he told Richard, his eyes holding decades of unspoken stories.

And there she was. Paintbrush in hand, lost in a world of colors and dreams when Richard and Penny got there.

A homeless man | Source: Pexels

A homeless man | Source: Pexels

“How about drawing our portrait?” Richard approached her, his demeanor transformed. His earlier anger had dissolved, replaced by a pang of remorse and gratitude.

“Mr. Richard? Penny? How did you…” Eden’s voice trailed off.

“I’m sorry, Eden,” Richard said, his voice low and sincere. “I should’ve trusted my instincts and my daughter. Thanks to you… for saving her and opening my eyes.”

The moment hung between them, heavy with unspoken understanding and the raw emotion of a truth finally revealed. As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, something beautiful and magical blossomed between the three of them.

A couple holding hands | Source: Unsplash

A couple holding hands | Source: Unsplash

One day, as they walked on the beach, Richard dramatically knelt, his world balanced on a single moment. Penny held a ring, her small hands trembling with a mixture of hope and childhood wonder.

“Will you be my Mommy?” she asked, her big, glossy eyes looking eagerly at Eden.

Tears of joy were Eden’s only answer. A language more profound than words.

A happy little girl holding a diamond ring in a small velvet box | Source: Midjourney

A happy little girl holding a diamond ring in a small velvet box | Source: Midjourney

As the wedding bells chimed in the mansion, Richard and Eden’s union was more than a celebration. It was a declaration. Of family. Love. And second chances.

Mrs. Holmes and her bakers rolled in a massive cake — a towering reminder of where their impossible journey began.

Eden and Richard shared a laugh, a sound that held the memory of a birthday, a cake, and a moment that changed everything. Some stories begin in the most unexpected places. Some families are not born. They are crafted. Slice by slice. Dream by dream.

A couple cutting a wedding cake | Source: Unsplash

A couple cutting a wedding cake | Source: Unsplash

Here’s another story: After burying my wife, I took my little son on a vacation to overcome our grief. I froze when he pointed at a woman and said, ‘Dad, look, Mom’s back!’

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

5 Unforgettable Tales of the Worst Bridezillas

What makes a bride turn into a bridezilla? Is it the nervousness and anxious thoughts that make brides lose their cool, or do they get angry because of other things?

Every woman wants her wedding day to be perfect, but when that stress gets intense, the brides either flip out or, let’s be real, their true colors start to show. Here are stories from five folks on Reddit who’ve witnessed some of the most jaw-dropping bridezilla moments.

Comments have been edited for clarity and grammar.

1. My Best Friend’s Wedding

u/ajlawford: I had a silent bridezilla. She was my best friend of 15 years and didn’t ask for much during the wedding planning as there were only two months between the engagement and the wedding day.

There was no bachelorette party, dress shopping, gift exchanges, or in-person meetups. We lived two hours away, but she didn’t want my input.

A woman talking to another woman | Source: Shutterstock

A woman talking to another woman | Source: Shutterstock

She wanted me to buy a dress, look pretty, and attend her wedding. I thought, “OK, whatever you want. You’re my best friend, and I’m excited you are getting married.”

She didn’t even let me help with her hair and makeup on the wedding day. Instead, she just asked me to focus on my hair and makeup. She didn’t trust me to do it well enough because I had short hair. Okay, fine. It’s your day, whatever.

Everything went well until the bride got her sister to call me. During the two-hour-long call, the bride’s sister criticized my every move throughout the wedding, saying that I should never have accepted to be a bridesmaid if I didn’t want to participate.

She also reviewed my Facebook profile to note what I had spent my money on (for example, I posted about joining a bowling league for fun). She said I should have spent that money on the wedding.

An angry woman talking on her phone | Source: Shutterstock

An angry woman talking on her phone | Source: Shutterstock

The wedding was two days after Christmas, and her family didn’t even celebrate Christmas that year because of the wedding.

Meanwhile, I was criticized for not spending more time with her, even though I traveled three hours by train the day after Christmas to hang with her the night before her wedding.

Apparently, I should have stayed the night of the wedding to hang with the other two bridesmaids, but I opted to drive home with my boyfriend as I needed to work.

Initially, the bride said she would pay for my makeup on the wedding day, but she changed her mind two weeks before the event.

She asked me to drive for two hours and buy an expensive makeup brand. Despite knowing I was broke after Christmas shopping, I accepted her wish and purchased the makeup. However, she still thought I had an attitude about this.

Two women arguing | Source: Shutterstock

Two women arguing | Source: Shutterstock

I was also criticized for not giving a gift, although the bride said, “Being a bridesmaid was gift enough.”

After these events, the bride stopped talking to me and blocked me on Facebook. After months of being mistreated, I finally cut my best friend and her sister out of my life.

The last time I saw either of them was the wedding day, which was five years ago. I never even got to see the wedding photos. It’s so sad to see long-term friendships ending over nothing.

She should have told me about her expectations instead of expecting me to guess them and then judge me for not meeting her demands. She also should have talked to me directly instead of involving her sister.

2. She Was Mean as Hell

u/sojadedblond: A friend took out a $7500 loan for her wedding. Okay, that was not too bad. It was workable and sounded pretty reasonable. Then, she asked her fiancé to take out a $25,000 loan. (She forced him by saying she’d leave him if he didn’t.)

A woman arguing with a man | Source: Shutterstock

A woman arguing with a man | Source: Shutterstock

He had much better credit and got the loan. Then, my friend begged his parents to pay for their honeymoon while they had no idea she had asked their son to take out a loan.

They thought her parents were paying for a modest outside wedding at a local garden, and she repeatedly lied to them until a few weeks before the wedding. She kept threatening to leave her fiancé if he didn’t do things as she wanted them done.

Anyway, his parents were so happy to pay for a cruise (a nice Alaskan cruise) for their honeymoon, but that wasn’t enough for her.

She then lied to her parents, saying that his parents were only giving them $250 for the honeymoon. Her parents were shocked as they were paying for the wedding and reception and thought the groom’s family would at least pay for some of the honeymoon.

Two champagne glasses | Source: Unsplash

Two champagne glasses | Source: Unsplash

They encouraged her to get a better job (she worked 20 hours a week as a receptionist at a nail salon) or to at least go full-time at her current job, but she flat-out refused, saying she had so much to do in planning for the wedding/honeymoon, etc. She was an absolute nightmare.

She and I hadn’t talked since high school (we weren’t very close, more like acquaintances), and she had gotten my number from a mutual friend to call and ask if I’d sing at her wedding.

During that phone call, she told me about everything that happened. She added that she wanted her fiancé to take off two and a half weeks instead of the nine days he’d already taken.

When she asked me what she should do about the honeymoon, I told her she was being a little unreasonable and very demanding with people.

I said it gently and kindly. I wasn’t just like, “Wow, you’re being the worst person ever right now, and your fiancé is really stupid to marry you for a lifetime.”

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Shutterstock

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Shutterstock

I said, “It seems like you’re putting a lot of pressure on everyone around you to do things your way and only your way. This is Evan’s wedding, too. Maybe ask him what he’d like. Planning this together instead of you alone can be much more fun. You guys will be together for a lifetime, so putting this much stress on everyone, yourself included, just makes things so much harder than they have to be.”

She was quiet for a few seconds, then said, “Uh, okay, I deserve this wedding, and Evan will give me what I want. I don’t want you to sing at the wedding. You’re so mean for telling me I don’t deserve a beautiful wedding!”

When I tried to explain that I thought she could have a gorgeous wedding, just with less stress and anxiety, she said, “You’re just like everyone else. You don’t want me to be happy! My dad keeps telling me to get a better job, and Evan fought to get the loan, and you saying this makes me want to give up!”

After that, she burst into hysterical tears and hung up. It was bizarre. She was like that in high school: very dramatic, mean, and selfish. However, I don’t remember her being that crazy and delusional. They got divorced 14 months after the wedding.

3. The Bridezilla Tried to Scam the Bridesmaids

u/ShamedShamingShamer: Several years ago, a friend asked me to be a bridesmaid at her wedding. There were six bridesmaids and one maid of honor (MOH).

Women sitting together | Source: Shutterstock

Women sitting together | Source: Shutterstock

The bride had picked out her dress already, one for the MOH and one each for the bridesmaids. The dresses were lovely but a bit expensive at $400 each.

Two bridesmaids, including me, were still in college, and the rest had graduated. Since I was still studying, my budget was super tight.

Once the bride picked the dresses for us, she asked the MOH to coordinate with us for the fittings. The MOH told us she would pay for our dresses using her credit card because she wanted Air Miles. She asked us to pay her directly and said we could repay her in installments if needed (I definitely needed to). We all agreed.

All the bridesmaids picked their dresses together, but I couldn’t join them because of my exams. As a result, I decided to go myself the following week.

The MOH said she would pay for mine on the group trip but to call her if there were any issues with the dress. She said she would handle it.

Wedding dresses hanging in a shop | Source: Pexels

Wedding dresses hanging in a shop | Source: Pexels

When I tried the dress at the shop, it looked perfect, and I was happy. The shop owner went to attend to another client while I was changing back into my clothes, but she confirmed that we were all set.

As I was walking out of the door, a shop employee yelled, “Hey! That will be $200!” I was stunned and totally mortified. I apologized and explained how I thought the MOH had paid for it the weekend before.

The shop owner immediately rushed towards us, diffusing the situation by confirming that the MOH had already paid for the dress. When I turned to leave the store, I realized the shop owner had said $200 and not $400.

Long story short, the dress was only for $200. When I confronted the MOH about it, she spilled the beans.

A shocked woman | Source: Shutterstock

A shocked woman | Source: Shutterstock

Apparently, the bride and MOH plotted together to charge us double to help pay for the bride’s dress. I let the rest of the bridesmaids know, and four of us dropped out of the wedding immediately.

4. The Last-Minute Floral Fiasco

u/Haceldama: I am a florist, and we once had a bridezilla visit our shop. The bride came with her mother at 9 a.m.

They wanted to order a bridal bouquet, a mother-of-the-bride Cattleya orchid corsage, a boutonniere for the groom, and six smaller ones for the groomsmen.

The wedding was scheduled for noon, and they gave us only three hours to fulfill their order. They wanted everything ready by the time they were done with their makeup appointment at the beauty parlor a few doors down.

A flower shop | Source: Pexels

A flower shop | Source: Pexels

The bride was flipping through the FTD sample book and pointing out the style and flowers she wanted. She wanted to order garden roses with long sweeping trails of stephanotis and variegated ivy, all three of which would require at least a week’s advanced order with our suppliers.

The bride was shocked when we told her we didn’t always carry extremely expensive and highly perishable flowers. My boss told them that since they didn’t place an order beforehand, they would be limited to what we had in stock and simple styles that could be assembled quickly.

The bride and her mom kept pointing at the book and arguing that we should have those specific flowers in stock. My boss eventually took the book off the desk and tossed it behind the counter.

The bride vacillated between tears and petulant whining that we would ruin her big day. My boss, who disliked brides in general, told her she had ruined her day by not ordering flowers before her wedding day.

A sad bride sitting in a room | Source: Shutterstock

A sad bride sitting in a room | Source: Shutterstock

The mom tried chewing out my boss for lacking customer service skills. My boss told her she was welcome to go down the street to another florist and ask their flower department to make their order with whatever they had in stock.

The mom said she’d do just that and reassured the bride that she’d have her flowers done by the time her appointment was over. Both women stormed out.

I figured that was that, but my boss told me and the other girl to start on six simple dendrobium orchid bouts. Meanwhile, she threw together a ribbon-wrapped bridal bouquet with white roses nearly past their prime.

Twenty minutes later, the bride’s mother slunk back in and meekly asked if we could still assemble what they needed. We did. We also charged her a huge rush fee.

5. The Bridezilla Meets Karma

u/[deleted]: My friend called me one day and asked me to be her maid of honor. At first, I was thrilled. But then things took a bizarre turn.

Two women smiling at each other | Source: Pexels

Two women smiling at each other | Source: Pexels

She started oddly, asking me to dye my hair blonde, then demanded $1000 for her bachelorette. I was shocked but things worsened when she insisted I lose 10 pounds. I was taken aback by her demand.

Fuming, I thought about teaching her a lesson. But before I could do anything, karma intervened.

A week after our heated conversation, just a day before her wedding, she called me in a panic. “WHAT DID YOU DO??? I just got a call from my bank!” she said.

It turned out that her bank had frozen her account due to suspicious activity. In her pre-wedding frenzy, she had made so many extravagant purchases that the bank suspected fraud.

A bride screaming at her phone | Source: Shutterstock

A bride screaming at her phone | Source: Shutterstock

One of my exes had his account frozen once and she needed advice as to what I’d done to help my ex-boyfriend. I worked as a banker back then. I refused to help her and hung up.

Have you ever seen a bride throw tantrums and get too demanding with her family and friends? Share your experience with us in the comments section.

Related Posts

Brilliant girl!

16 October 2024 love animals 0

A little girl tells her mom: “Mommy, a funny lady came to visit while you were at work”. Mommy replies: “Not right now. Let’s wait […]

Be the first to comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.


*