My Stepsister Stole My Groom
I say, but before I can take a step, Melissa is standing in front of me.
"Sister," she said happily, as if we had not left each other on a sour note the last time we had spoken. "I am so excited that you decided to come. When Grandmother had said you weren't coming, I was sad, but then she said you had agreed to come again, and I had been waiting all night to meet you," she squealed as if we were friends.
I gently take my hand out of her grip and take a step back. "I must say I am not as excited to meet you," I murmur, and she frowns but manages to change her expression almost immediately.