By the day before my ceremony, Mom had checked Selena’s dress, makeup schedule, hair appointment, gifts, and household supplies again and again. Noah had become her personal driver, messenger, and event coordinator.No one asked whether my dress fit, whether my guests had confirmed, or who would walk beside me into the ceremony hall.I wasn't another bride in this house. I was background scenery designed to make Selena's happiness look brighter.I changed my shoes and went to the mall alone.Adrian had said he didn't need a gift. Still, I had ordered custom wolf-head cuff links, engraved on the back with the date we first met.The sales associate boxed them, and I handed over my card.A few seconds later, she returned it with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry. The account doesn't have enough funds."The card was connected to the savings account that held three years of my salary. Mom had insisted on joint emergency authorization, swearing she would never touch it unless the family faced
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