A week before my wedding, I caught my future MIL in my room—taking pictures of my wedding dress. When I asked what she was doing, she smiled sweetly and said, "Oh, honey, just a keepsake. It's such a beautiful dress." That should've been my first red flag. Then came the questions—about my bouquet, my hair, my lipstick. Annoying, but harmless. Or so I thought. On my wedding day, I stood at the altar, heart pounding—and then THE CHURCH DOORS CREAKED OPEN. I turned… and froze. There she was. My MIL