The Arrival
The day had started perfectly. The sun shone through the windows of the grand reception hall, the flowers smelled sweet, and I could feel the excitement in the air. That is, until I spotted her. Milla, my step-sister, wearing a floor-length ivory dress that glimmered under the chandeliers.
She smiled, but it was the kind of smile that promised trouble. I knew immediately this was a power play—a desperate bid to steal the spotlight on my wedding day. My instinct was to ignore her, to focus on Owen, our guests, and the moment we had been dreaming of.
