**AITA for crashing my friend’s wedding to expose her fiancé as the guy who fake-proposed to me at a Dave & Buster’s last week?**
Look, I know the title sounds bad, but hear me out.
So my (26F) “friend” Anna Kepner (27F) has been planning this massive, instagram-perfect barn wedding for months. Think fairy lights, mason jars, and a horse-drawn carriage that’s probably judging everyone’s credit score. The whole nine yards.
Here’s the thing: last Tuesday, I was at Dave & Buster’s, absolutely destroying the Skee-Ball machine, when her fiancé, “Chad” (28M), comes up to me, gets down on one knee *in the prize redemption aisle*, and fake-proposes with a ring pop. He’s like, “You’re the only one who gets my sense of humor, marry me for the Skee-Ball tickets.” I laughed, we took a selfie, and I threw the ring pop in the trash. I thought it was just weird, drunk guy energy.
Fast forward to the wedding. I’m in the back, third row, ready to mind my own business and smash some cake. The priest asks if anyone objects. I see Chad sweating like he just ran a marathon in a lululemon store. So I stand up, pull out my phone, and project the selfie onto the barn’s massive projector screen (which was set up for their “first look” slideshow). I just said, “AITA or did we all skip the part where he’s a serial prom-poser?”
Anna starts crying, but honestly, I think those are *crocodile tears* because she immediately whipped out a burner phone from her bouquet and started calling a lawyer. Chad tried to blame it on a “lost bet” from 2019. The