chapter 54

“Faith, isn’t that wedding gown a bit much? Only crazies wear something like that,” a woman’s voice echoed from behind me, sharp and cutting through the air.

I glanced up, my heart skipping a beat as my eyes locked onto a sight I never thought I’d see. Elena, my sister, was striding down the aisle in a white wedding gown. My mind froze. The audacity. Her heels clicked loudly against the floor, each step demanding attention, drawing every eye in the room toward her.

“The party ended early,” she mocked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, didn’t hear? The dress code was all white. You understand, right?” she said, the mockery in her tone so obvious it made my stomach churn.

Without hesitation, she pushed Mia aside, invading my space, as if this moment—*my* moment—was hers to steal. She had always been like this, always needing to be the center of attention.

“Excuse me, could you move to the back, please?” The photographer’s voice cut through the tension, gesturing politely for Elena