On the morning of my wedding, I woke up filled with excitement. After years of saving, sacrificing dinners out and weekend getaways, the day had finally arrived. Mason and I were about to say “I do”—and I wanted everything to be perfect.
I arrived at the venue an hour early, hoping to soak in the moment. I wanted to walk the aisle alone before the guests arrived, just to breathe and feel the weight of the day in private. But what I walked into was not serenity—it was a betrayal.
Standing at the altar, in a white wedding gown, holding my bouquet and smiling at my stunned guests… was my sister. Erin.
At first, I froze. My brain tried to rationalize it. Was this a photoshoot? A prank? But then she turned, saw me, and said with casual cheer, “Oh good, you’re early! I wanted everything ready before you saw it. Surprise!”
That word. “Surprise.” It slapped me across the face harder than any physical blow could.
Erin had always been impulsive, dramatic, and self-absorbed—but this? She twirled in my aisle like a debutante, laughing. “Why waste a gorgeous setup? Two weddings in one day! Genius, right? And Derek’s been begging to get married anyway.”
I stood in silence, the air sucked from my lungs. “You planned to hijack my wedding for your own ceremony?”
She shrugged. “You’re always so serious about everything, Clara. I thought we could… share.”
“Did you lie to Derek?” I asked. He looked pale, confused. “You said she invited us,” he whispered to her.
That’s when it hit me—all the times Erin had borrowed, twisted facts, crossed boundaries she thought didn’t apply to her. This wasn’t out of character—it was the pinnacle of it.
I turned to our wedding planner, Noelle, and asked, “Did you approve any of this?” She looked horrified. “Absolutely not. Your room is ready, Clara. Your dress, your makeup team—everything is set.”
I nodded. “Then start Erin’s ceremony first. But let’s pull up the budget.”
“What?” Erin blinked.
“If this is now a double wedding, she’ll need to cover her half,” I said. “Extra hours for the harpist, split fees for the officiant, catering for her guests, separate photo sessions…”
Noelle caught on instantly. “I’ll need a payment upfront before anything begins.”