On My Wedding Night, My Father-in-Law Walked Into Our Bedroom With a Pillow—Then I Learned My Husband Had Helped Him Plan It

Wrong phrase.

Still, I stayed.

I did not undress.

I removed only the heavy overskirt and remained in the long slip beneath my dress.

I lay on the far edge of the king bed.

Daniel on the opposite side.

Ernest in the center.

It was every bit as absurd as it sounds.