“That doesn’t mean I don’t deserve it,” she snapped. “And now you’re trying to overshadow me!”
“But we can celebrate two weddings. There’s room for both of us.”
“NO! You want to STEAL my day! You’re a horrible sister!”
She hung up on me. After that, we didn’t speak. I texted a few times, but she never responded. Eventually, I told myself she wouldn’t show up on my wedding day, and I let myself believe that was for the best. Don’t get me wrong, the silence still hurt, but I refused to let Lola poison this moment.
On my wedding day, I was happier than I had ever been. That morning felt unreal in the best way. The sun was out, the air smelled like summer flowers, and everything moved smoothly for once. We had our countryside venue, plenty of guests, great food, and even the pool.
The wedding cake stood near the edge of the lawn, white and elegant, exactly how I wanted it. I had just stepped out in my white dress, ready to cut the cake, when I saw her.
Lola.
She stood by the cake in a black mourning dress, a dark veil over her face. The fabric clung to her in a dramatic, heavy way. She looked as if she were at a funeral, not her older sister’s wedding. My stomach dropped. When she noticed me staring, she smiled.
Just hours earlier, the ceremony had gone perfectly. I remember walking down the aisle with my dad and thinking that this was my moment and no one could take it from me. When Chase and I kissed, the applause felt like it wrapped around us. We moved into the reception, and for a while, I forgot about everything else.
But then, as I stood watching my sister suspiciously, she suddenly flipped the cake onto the ground.
