The bride sits on a dining chair in the doorway between the dining room and living room of her future-in-laws' home. She is surrounded by the aunts and female cousins of her husband-to-be, with her own mother standing behind her and her dear friend seated nearby, keeping a list of who gave what. At her feet is a pile of unwrapped gifts: kitchen appliances, soft new towels, a rainbow of sheet sets and comforters, new pillows; and the groom's mother, keeping everything flowing smoothly with a new gift to hand over as each one is opened.
The bride has just been handed a suspicious pink-striped bag from Victoria's Secret. She knows this is the gift of her wonderful beautiful bridesmaid friend and is slightly nervous as to its contents. In the back of her mind she knows her friend would not embarrass her with honeymoon attire in front of all these women, her future family. Surely her fiendish friend is only trying to panic her with the bag. Still, the bride makes a show of examining the items inside the bag first. They turn out to be lovely scented bath products (and the thick-headed bride completely misses the joke). Smiling, she holds them up out of the bag to show the other guests, mentally sighing with relief at what the bag might have contained.
Then her fiance's mother says, "Maybe she thinks that's all you'll be wearing."