The morning of my wedding, I woke up filled with excitement and anticipation. After years of saving and planning, the day had finally arrived. Every late-night shift and budget adjustment had led to this moment, and I couldn’t wait to marry Leo, the man I loved.
Arriving early at the venue, I was hoping for a peaceful moment to soak it all in—perhaps enjoy a little champagne and prepare for the big day. But as soon as I stepped inside, I froze.
Standing at the altar in a wedding gown was my sister, Jessica.
Her back was turned as she adjusted her veil, while staff bustled around finalizing details. Some guests had already begun to arrive. I blinked, trying to process what I was seeing.
Leo had wanted close family to arrive early for photos. “We only get married once, Gina. Let’s make it magical,” he had said. But this wasn’t the magic I had envisioned.
Jessica turned around, a bright smile on her face. “Oh! You’re early! I thought I’d have everything sorted before you got here. Guess that ruins the surprise,” she said, completely unfazed.
I struggled to find my voice. “Surprise?”
She rolled her eyes. “Why waste a perfectly good setup? Ben and I have been meaning to get married, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You planned to get married at my wedding?”
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