A week before my wedding, my pregnant sister arrived unannounced, suitcases in hand, insisting she had nowhere else to go. I thought it was just bad timing and family tension, but as the days passed, I began to suspect her true reason for moving in was something entirely unexpected.
I always thought the week before my wedding would feel magical, likea movie where the bride floats through her days glowing.
In reality, it felt like I was drowning under a hundred lists, unanswered emails, and calls from people who thought my schedule was theirs.
I loved Daniel deeply, but with the wedding in just seven days, I was running on coffee and panic. My phone never stopped buzzing, and neither did my thoughts.
“Have you invited everyone?” Mom asked for the third time that morning.
“Yes, Mom,” I sighed, opening the guest list again.
“What about Mary Wilson?” she pressed.
I scrolled and froze.
Somehow, I’d missed her. My stomach tightened as I added the name, already imagining the drama if Mom found out at the reception.
…The story doesn’t end here, it continues on the next page 👇
