just in case, had a stunning custom dress made for me. I walked back into the room, head high, wearing a version of the dress that turned heads—for the right reasons. Sadie looked at me, speechless. Later that night, she pulled me aside. Her voice was shaky. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I was jealous. I’ve always felt like I was in your shadow.” Tears welled in my eyes. “There was never a competition, Sadie. I was just trying to survive.” We hugged,
for real this time. That night, we danced together like kids again. Not out of obligation, but out of something new—understanding. Maybe the best kind of revenge isn’t revenge at all. Maybe it’s showing up with grace when someone expects you to fall. Maybe it’s choosing forgiveness—and finally becoming the sisters you were always meant to be.
