I smiled tightly. “He does, Patricia. You must be so proud.”

“Oh, I am,” she gushed. “He’s always been my rock, my number one.”

That was Patricia’s signature move. To make sure everyone knew exactly where she stood in Ethan’s life.

At that point, I reminded myself to breathe. This was my day, not hers. Or at least, it was supposed to be.

When it was time for the reception, I was ready to let go of the small jabs and focus on enjoying the evening.

Ethan and I walked to the head table, hand in hand, smiling at our guests. But just as we reached our seats, I noticed Patricia hovering nearby.

Before I could process what was happening, she grabbed a chair from a nearby table, dragged it loudly across the floor, and wedged it right between Ethan and me.

“There!” she announced, plopping down with a smug smile. “Now I can sit next to my son. I wouldn’t want to miss a moment with him on such a special day.”

A ripple of gasps spread through the room.

I glanced at Ethan, waiting for him to say something, anything, to put this situation right.

Instead, he just shrugged.

“Patricia, this is the bride and groom’s table,” I said. “We’re supposed to sit together.”

But Patricia wasn’t one of those people who’d understand so easily.

“Oh, Julia,” she sighed. “Don’t be so sensitive. I am the most important woman in his life, and I always will be. You should respect that.”

That’s when Ethan finally spoke up. But he didn’t say what I wanted him to.

“It’s fine, babe,” he said, as if this were no big deal. “It’s just a chair.”

Just a chair, I thought. Just a chair? Alright.

“You know what, Patricia?” I said with a sweet smile. “You’re absolutely right. Let’s do it your way.”

Her face lit up with surprise, and she grinned as though she’d won.

Little did she know, I had a plan in my mind that would make her face flush with embarrassment.

Patricia leaned back in her chair, basking in what she clearly thought was her victory.

Meanwhile, Ethan busied himself greeting guests as though nothing unusual had happened.

I stayed seated for a few minutes as I forced a smile and pretended to go along with the charade. But inside, I was seething.

“Excuse me for a moment,” I said, standing up and smoothing my dress. “I need to step away for a bit.”

Neither Patricia nor Ethan paid much attention as I walked toward the hallway.

Once I was out of sight, I pulled out my phone to make an important call.

“Hi, this is Julia,” I said, my voice calm and composed despite the fire burning inside me. “I need to make a last-minute adjustment to the cake. Yes, I know it’s short notice, but it’s really important.”

The person on the other end hesitated for a moment before asking for details. I smiled to myself, knowing this would be worth every extra penny.

“I’ll send you a photo right now,” I continued. “Just follow the instructions, and make sure it’s delivered before the cake cutting. Can you make it happen?”

The answer was a tentative yes, and I quickly sent over the picture and specifics.

“Perfect,” I said. “Thank you so much.”

After hanging up, I took a moment to collect myself, adjusting my veil and letting the grin tugging at the corners of my lips fade into a neutral expression.

By the time I returned to the head table, Patricia was still holding court, reliving one of Ethan’s childhood stories for the hundredth time.

I sat down quietly, keeping my eyes on her and mentally counting down the moments until my plan unfolded.

Then came the time for the first dance, and I was ready for Patricia’s next move.

Sure enough, as the music started and Ethan extended a hand toward me, Patricia swooped in like a hawk.