The morning of my wedding, I woke up buzzing with excitement, until I saw the empty hanger where my dress had been. Panic set in immediately. It was gone, and no one knew what happened. My twin sister Stacey was the only one missing from the house. Deep down, I had a sinking feeling this wasn’t just an accident.
Two hours later, Stacey walked into the church—wearing my dress. Everyone stared in silence as she stepped onto the altar and said, “This day was supposed to be mine.” My stomach dropped. She was desperate to feel special, even if it meant stealing my moment. For a second, I didn’t recognize the person in front of me.
My mom stood up and reminded everyone—especially Stacey—that this was my day. She said, “I love you both, but you don’t hurt family to heal yourself.” Stacey stepped down quietly, no longer bold, no longer smug. The ceremony moved forward, but the air felt heavy. Something sacred had been cracked open between us.
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