“You seem awfully nervous.”

Ethari—your boyfriend—laughs, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

Ethari’s mother was coming over to oversee the wedding plans. Not because she was invited to help, but because she had decided to anyway. You’d met her a few times before, and it was no secret she wasn’t particularly fond of you. A classic boy mom, the very definition of a stereotypical mother-in-law.

So, of course, you were nervous.