“My wedding has been planned for a year,” I said.
Dad sighed.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be. Megan is finally getting her moment.”
Her moment.
Those two words hit harder than any insult.
Because in my family, Megan always got her moment.
Her graduation party happened the same weekend I got my first job offer.
Her breakup became a family emergency the night of my college award ceremony.
Her bad days mattered more than my good days.
And now, apparently, her engagement party mattered more than my wedding.
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