My Parents Wanted My Sister to Walk Down the Aisle First at My Wedding — We Agreed, So They Got Into Our Trap

He checked his clipboard. “You’re not on the approved list.”

Her smile faltered. “I’m the bride’s sister! I’m supposed to walk down the aisle first!”

“We were instructed not to let anyone in after the bride arrives,” he said calmly.

Inside, I couldn’t see the chaos. But Ryan’s cousin filmed everything. Melissa’s rage. Her mascara-streaked face. Her shoe flying at the guard. My father yelling. My mother pleading.

And then the music started.

I walked down the aisle with Ryan’s father, heart pounding. Guests rose. Cameras clicked. Whispers floated: “Where’s her sister?” “Wasn’t this a double wedding?”

Ryan waited at the altar, smiling like the world had finally righted itself.

Outside, Melissa melted down. She screamed, sobbed, collapsed on the pavement. My parents hovered, helpless.Continue reading…