Ultimately, a wedding exists to serve only one person, and that is the bride’s mother.
It disgusts me. It’s all about signaling to others and conspicuous spending, all to serve an old lady’s imploding ego, so that she may live vicariously through her daughter for this one day.
Freepers excluded, of course.
In many cases I agree. The Mother of the bride is finally having the wedding she wanted but never had.