They Chose My Sister as the Bride
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Growing up, my younger sister Nina was always the one my family loved most.
She got the best room, the prettiest dresses, the first apology, and every gentle word my parents had to give. I was the older daughter, so I was expected to give in.
Then I met Henry Vale.
On the night he proposed, he held my hand and told me he would love me for the rest of his life. For the first time, I thought someone had finally chosen me.
I thought I had found true love.
Until the day I tried on my wedding dress.
Nina said she wanted to come with me and help me choose. When I stepped out of the fitting room, I saw her standing in front of Henry, adjusting his tie like she was the one about to marry him.
I was about to say, “Let me do it.”
But the stylist had already walked toward her with a smile.
“The bride, this way, please.”
The photographer took ninety-nine photos that day. Every single one was of my sister and my fiancé.
Not one showed me, the actual bride.
My mother sat on the sofa and smiled. “Nina looks beautiful in white.”
My father nodded. “More like a bride than Jocelyn.”
Then the photographer lifted his camera and glanced at me from behind the lens.
“Miss, could you move a little? You are blocking the light.”
I stepped aside in silence and stood against the wall.
In that moment, I finally understood.
This wedding did not need me.
And if the love Henry once promised me could be handed to someone else so easily, then leaving was the only dignity I had left.
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