I turned to the guests, offering an apologetic smile. “Why don’t we all take a moment to enjoy this day?” I suggested, gesturing toward the table laden with food that, while not perfectly set, was prepared with love.

As the guests nodded and began to engage in conversation, the atmosphere gradually shifted back to one of celebration. Laughter and clinking glasses filled the air, the earlier incident all but forgotten.

Later, as I moved through the room, ensuring everyone was comfortable and happy, my mother-in-law approached me. Her demeanor had changed, softened by the realization of her actions. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the chatter. “I didn’t mean to ruin your day. It’s just… sometimes I get carried away.”