I was thrilled when my son Xavier introduced his fiancée Danielle. But I recognised her right away—she looked a lot like a con artist from a friend’s story. My instincts to protect me came on.
Even though I wasn’t sure, I smiled and welcomed Danielle. But as I ate dinner, my belief grew. I quietly looked at photos, which confirmed what I already thought. I came up with a plan after dessert.
I asked Danielle, “Danielle, can you help me get wine from the basement?”
I locked the door when I got downstairs. “Nathan, call the police!” I pushed.
A voice from Xavier spoke up, but I stood firm. “She’s not who she claims.”
When the cops showed up, I showed them the picture of the con artist. Danielle stayed calm, though.
“This isn’t the first time someone’s mistaken me for her,” she said. “I understand who you’re talking about. “She messed up my life.”
The cop made sure Danielle was who she said she was. The real con artist was blonde with brown eyes and was last seen in Mexico.
Helped and embarrassed, I said I was sorry. Danielle gave a smile. “Interesting way to meet my future in-laws.”
Laughter took away the stress. I came to trust Xavier’s decisions over time and learnt about Danielle’s kindness, humour, and skill.
No one will ever forget our family story, which is a lesson in not going to conclusions.
