My Son Proposed to a Girl He’d Only Known for 3 Weeks—During the Ceremony, the Police Walked In

 

 

So, my son Daniel announces at Sunday dinner he’s getting engaged—after only three weeks of dating Lisa. I almost dropped the salad. “Three weeks? That’s barely time to pick a pizza topping!”

Daniel’s all, “When you know, you know.” Lisa sounded perfect when we met—too perfect, like she was reading from a script.

Turns out, Lisa’s a con artist who traps rich young guys fast. On the wedding day, fake cops show up, Lisa bolts, and her “parents” disappear too. Morgan, Daniel’s dad, hired the actors to stop the madness.

Daniel was heartbroken but admitted, “Better now than later.” The cake stayed uneaten, and we all learned maybe 19 isn’t quite the “marriage age.”