Late to the Zilla party but this was just too much to wait for the theme to come back around.
I got to watch a glorious bout of family drama as the wedding planner of a Bridezilla from hell. The Bridezilla's sister (and also bridesmaid) got pregnant.
The Bridezilla informed her that her pregnancy was inconvenient and threw a fit at her poor timing because the dress would have to be altered to handle the pregnancy, blah blah blah. I fled to another room and shut the door, but they were having it out so loudly I could still hear the fight.
After what seemed like an eternity, the sister said coldly; "We've been trying for three years. While the wedding may be your day, you knew what I was going through to get the chance to have a baby."
Bride: "Well then I guess you can't be in my wedding, because I don't want to deal with the problems your pregnancy will cause."
While I stood there, flabbergasted, I heard nothing but silence and then the quiet shutting of the door. The sister had walked out without another word.
I put on my best retail face and continued with the plans. A few months later, Bridezilla and Bridezilla's Mom were with me and Mom gets a phone call. Mom excused herself and left to answer. She spends most of the meeting on the phone. Towards the end, mom comes back, slowly putting her phone away.
It looks as though she's been crying.
Bridezilla: "So who was that?"
Bridezilla's Mom: "Your sister... She lost the baby..."
Yep. Bridezilla's Mom has definitely been crying... right along with her poor, distraught daughter on the other end of the phone. My heart breaks for them. There is nothing I can say to take the pain away, and there are not enough tissues in the world to mop up my sympathetic tears that are about to come to the surface.
Then this nasty little piece of work speaks up...
Bridezilla: "Oh. Well, I guess she can be in my wedding then, since she's not pregnant anymore."
I have never seen something snap behind another person's eyes before. It's scary as FUCK. I was wondering what the minimum safe distance was for the upcoming explosion and was rapidly coming to the conclusion that there wasn't a chance it hell I'd make it to the door, much less anywhere near the end of the blast zone.
Then Bridezilla's Mom turns to me and speaks in this deadly soft, deadly calm, voice; "I'm so sorry to have wasted your time, but it looks as though I won't be financing the wedding anymore. It looks like my daughter will be taking over paying for everything. I hope this doesn't cause your business any trouble."
Bridezilla, suddenly horrified and in panic mode: "MOM?!"
"I understand, ma'am," I say, giving Bridezilla's Mom a brilliant smile. "I think we can sort out the snags."
Bridezilla freaked the fuck out; shrieking, waving her arms, screeching horrified questions, and getting more and more panicked as Bridezilla's Mom coldly refuses to answer the demanding "why?!?!?!?!" of her 'sudden and unexplained' refusal to pay for the wedding.
Bridezilla's Mom left, her back ramrod straight; trailed by her hysterical, sociopath of a daughter.
The wedding was cancelled entirely, twenty four hours later.