Amanda's POVThe afternoon sun filtered through the lace curtains of Milla’s bedroom, casting delicate, shifting patterns across the pastel walls, a soft beauty that felt like a mockery of the storm brewing inside me. I stood in the doorway, my arms crossed tightly, my frustration already simmering as I heard my daughter’s voice, bright and animated, talking on her phone. “Is it really true that you and Uncle Shawn got married out of nowhere, Aunt Ella?” Milla said, her smile wide, her eyes sparkling with that hero-worship she reserved for Ella. “That’s so romantic! Did you wear a big dress? Oh, tell me everything!” Her words twisted the knife of jealousy in my chest, sharp and bitter. Milla, with her boundless adoration for Ella, hung on every word Ella said, every story of her perfect life, her perfect love, her perfect everything. To Milla, Ella was a role model, an inspiration, the woman she wanted to be. Me? I was just her mother, invisible, ignored, never good enough. I’d sp
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