When an old friend of mine got married, it was an occasion ripe for drama. (This was many years ago.)
The bride was a “princess” in a family of a very traditional Old-World culture. She didn’t want anyone on her side to know that the groom (my friend) was the son of divorced parents and himself a drug addict and small-time dealer with an incomplete education and no real career. As best I can remember, she was expecting him to shape up under her influence.
So she insisted that my friend’s parents, who hadn’t spoken in years and one of whom was remarried, be seated together as a couple at the wedding party’s head table. They were supposed to pretend they were still a marital unit.
They both tried to manage a show of cordiality without actually speaking. But my friend’s mother was pretty much of a, shall we say, harridan, so it was a long shot.
Well, my friend’s mother got into the champagne rather over her head, or maybe it was vodka, and before the end of the dinner there was a showdown at the head table. I think it was over the fact that the father had promised his current wife he would do the dinner and then just leave as quickly as possible, and the mother wanted him to stick around and dance with her.
If the bride’s family had known what their darling was getting into, they might well have disliked the fiancé. Some people actually seem to enjoy behaving badly and embarrassing everybody—have you noticed that?
So I wouldn’t place any bets ahead of such an event. Instead I would stay clear-headed and vigilant, ready to step in if necessary, in a de-escalating way, as a mother plans distractions she can spring on a child who is apt to throw a look-at-me tantrum when there’s company.
Some people, especially those who are a little bit spoiled, need special handling all their lives.