Gina has spent years saving for her dream wedding, only to arrive early and find another bride at her altar.
Her sister. Stealing her venue. Stealing her moment.
But Gina isn’t about to let her get away with it.
What follows is a battle of audacity, karma, and the ultimate wedding takedown.
The morning of my wedding, I woke up with butterflies in my stomach and a full heart.
Leo and I had spent years saving for this day. Extra shifts, late nights, cutting corners wherever we could. Every dollar went toward making it perfect.
“Gina, just think, all the money we’re going to save on takeout,” Leo laughed.
“That’s because we’re on healthy eating plans,” I grinned.
And now, after all that work, all that sacrifice, it was finally here.
I arrived at the venue an hour early, hoping for a quiet moment before the ceremony.
I wanted to walk the aisle alone, soak it all in.
I just wanted to breathe, and do my makeup, and drink champagne while I walked around, taking the fairytale in.
Instead, I saw a bride standing at my altar. She had her back to me, and she was smoothing out her veil.
She wasn’t just any bride. She was Jessica, my sister.
Dressed in a beautiful white wedding dress.
Watching the venue’s staff run around with the final preparations. Some of the guests were already gathering.
Leo had wanted our closest family to arrive early for a photoshoot.
“We’re only going to get married once, Gina,” he said. “Let’s make it magical.
I have my students coming in to take our photographs. It’s going to be wonderful.”
“Is that your version of extra credit?” I asked my fiancé as he scrolled through his laptop.
“It’s more like me allowing them to give us a wedding present.”
That was one of the things I loved most about Leo. He had been a wildlife photographer for years, constantly flying to the best game parks.
But after an accident on a safari a few years ago, Leo had decided to stay local and teach at a college instead.
It was his passion for capturing moments in time that hooked me.
Music started playing from somewhere, and I was brought back to my nightmare.
Jessica, the bride.
My chest tightened. My ears rang.
And guess what?
My sister turned and flashed me a smug smile.
“Oh!” She clasped her hands together. “You’re early!
I thought I’d have everything sorted before you got here. Well… that ruins the surprise.”
I couldn’t even process what she was saying.
“Surprise?” I echoed, my voice hollow.
Jessica sighed dramatically as if I was the problem here. As if I was the one ruining something special.
As if I was the one who was raining on her parade.
“Gina, come on,” she said. “Why waste a perfectly good setup? Two weddings in one!
Genius, right, sis? And you know how Ben has been pushing me to get married lately.”
My stomach dropped.
“You… so you didn’t just show up in a wedding dress? You planned on getting married at my wedding?
Are you insane?”
She tilted her head, pouting.
“Mom said that ‘insane’ isn’t a word we use, Gina,” she rolled her eyes. “Be nice. And come on, don’t be so selfish!”
Selfish?
Me?
At my own wedding? The one place I was supposed to be selfish and controlling?
That word lit something inside me. Something angry.
Something dangerous.
Jessica had spent her entire life taking from me. From borrowing clothes and never returning them to stealing my ideas and passing them off as her own. She would even whisper lies to get our parents on her side.
But this?
This was next-level pathetic.
This was next-level evil.
I looked around. My wedding planner, Bella, was staring at Jessica like she was a live grenade. My guests, the poor souls who had arrived early, were whispering in disbelief.
Even Jessica’s own fiancé, Ben, looked deeply uncomfortable.
“Jess, you told me that Gina agreed!” he sighed.
“I should have known better.”
My vision sharpened.
I smiled.
Fine. If Jessica wanted a wedding, she could have one.
“Bella, did you know about this?” I asked.
“No, not at all, Gina!” she said. “I was just making sure that the bridal suite was ready for you.
Your hair and makeup team are setting up for the final touches right now.”
I nodded.
“Thank you,” I smiled at her. “Now, let’s get to this double wedding situation. Please put my sister’s ceremony before mine.
But can you pull out your tab?”
“Of course,” she said, whipping out her tablet and unlocking it.
“Don’t forget to add the harpist’s final fee to our invoice. And as for the other issue, please make sure that Jessica gets billed for her portion first. I suggest that she pay before she walks down the aisle.”
Bella blinked and then grinned widely.
My sister’s smirk wavered.
I crossed my arms.
“You added your own ceremony.
If you planned a wedding, you’d know what that actually entails, Jessica. The officiant will need extra time for you, the musicians will too. Not to mention Leo’s photography students—you’ll have to pay them, of course.
As for the food… I’m not going 50-50 with you there, sis. Leo and I catered for our guests only.”
Bella, ever the professional, turned to Jessica.
“Gina’s right,” she said. “But she did leave out a few details.
We catered per head, so that means your guests are another story altogether. We’re paying the venue by the seat, literally. So, for your ceremony, we’re going to need extra seats.
They’re not cheap. There’s a few other things we can go through. Would you like to sit down?”
“Wait… what?!” Jessica exclaimed.
Bella’s voice was calm and patient.
“You added a separate ceremony, Jessica.
That fee has to be settled befo
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