I turned to Milla, my voice steady despite the anger rising inside me. “Why destroy the desserts? Cry like that? Wear white?”
Her answer was simple, yet revealing: “I just wanted it to be fun.”
Standing My Ground
I looked at Owen, who squeezed my hand. “Do we leave?”
“No,” I said firmly. “This is our day. I’m not letting her ruin it.”
My father stepped in, finally seeing the situation for what it was. He quietly said, “Milla, you crossed a line. Apologize to your sister.”
Milla’s tears fell freely, and she left the reception shortly after, the room calming in her absence.
Aftermath and Reflection
It wasn’t the wedding I imagined. It wasn’t a perfect day. But it revealed truths that had been hidden for years. Milla’s actions came from a place of hurt, jealousy, and insecurity—not malice.
A week later, I received a handwritten letter from her. She admitted her faults, explained her emotions after her divorce, and apologized not just for her actions at the wedding, but for the years of silent rivalry. She was seeking help, starting with a wellness retreat and therapy sessions.
The Choice
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