My parents always favored my sister, Melissa. Even for my wedding, they insisted she walk down the aisle first wearing a white dress. They offered to cover the costs, but only if Melissa had “her moment.” My fiancé, Ryan, and I smiled and agreed. What they didn’t realize was, they’d just stepped into our carefully planned trap.
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