“Strangers don’t get rides in my SUV. If you’re really my son’s wife, learn how to get there on your own.”

Teresa Alcantara delivered those words through her half-open car window while heavy rain pounded the bus terminal in Syracuse, New York.

Sofia Mendoza stood motionless on the wet pavement, two heavy suitcases at her feet.

It was her first visit to her husband’s family since their wedding. She had left New York City before sunrise carrying gifts for everyone: premium tequila for her father-in-law, artisanal coffee for Teresa, toys for the children, and a custom hand-painted dinnerware set that her sister-in-law, Mariana, had specifically requested because it “matched her dining room perfectly.”

The family’s historic estate, The Pines Manor, was nearly an hour away, tucked into the stormy hills near Skaneateles.

Her husband, Javier, was sitting right there in the front passenger seat.

Sofia waited for him to open the door.

He didn’t move.

“Babe, don’t start a scene,” he muttered, staring at his phone. “My mom is just like this. Just go along with it.”

Mariana, sitting in the back, lifted her phone and started recording.

“Look at the little city princess,” she mocked. “A little rain won’t kill you. Consider this your first lesson: you don’t call the shots around here.”