Our modest wedding morphed into a lavish affair. Melissa micromanaged every detail, believing it was her show. Ryan encouraged her. I stayed out of sight.
A week before the wedding, Ryan said, “We need private security.”
“Call my cousin too,” he said. “We’ll want this on video.”
The wedding day arrived. The venue was stunning. Our friends were glowing. Then Melissa showed up, late and smug, in a gown that screamed excess.
“Name?” asked the security guard.
“Melissa,” she said, flipping her hair.Continue reading…
