The Wedding Photographer’s In-Law Surprise

It was a perfect day: sun shining, flowers blooming, and guests dressed to the nines. Our wedding photographer, Frank, was zooming around the venue, capturing everyone from the excited flower girl to Uncle Jerry sneaking yet another slice of cake. He loved his job – usually. But today, he sensed something was a little off with the groom.
Frank decided to get some candid shots of the groom but couldn’t help but notice the poor guy’s nervous look, like he was about to step on stage for stand-up but had forgotten the jokes. There he was, not smiling, eyes darting around like a deer caught in headlights. Frank, who was as much a part-time therapist as a photographer, took it upon himself to bring out a smile.
He crept over, tapped the groom on the shoulder, and said, “Hey, buddy, lighten up! You’re supposed to be the happiest guy in the room today!”
The groom took a deep breath, leaned in close, and whispered, “It is a happy day, Frank. But…have you met my in-laws?”
Frank chuckled, thinking it was just pre-wedding jitters. But then, like magic, as if summoned by his words, they appeared.
First came the mother-in-law, who was meticulously scanning the decorations with a magnifying glass, muttering things like, “They didn’t use the premium linen! And these flowers—definitely not hand-picked roses!” The groom gulped as she started pointing and whispering to nearby guests, critiquing every detail like a professional wedding inspector.
Next up, Dad-in-law, a quiet, towering man, seemed more focused on his phone than anything else. Frank noticed he was scrolling through property listings in Switzerland. “Just planning a quick getaway after the reception,” he mumbled to no one in particular. “Or maybe a permanent one…”
But the icing on the cake – or rather, the lemon in the drink – was Grandma-in-law. She had managed to corner the groom’s best man and was giving him a “pep talk” that looked more like an interrogation. “What are your intentions with my granddaughter’s maid of honor?” she asked, narrowing her eyes as if reading his soul. Frank couldn’t hear everything, but he did catch snippets: “…marriage license…full medical history…piano skills…”
The groom looked at Frank with a forced smile and muttered, “See? Now, do you understand?”
Frank laughed but realized he needed to get out fast – before Grandma-in-law started demanding his medical history.