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 take down.
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.
