I couldn’t believe what I’d heard.
“You’re ashamed of your own niece?”
“Stop being dramatic! It’s MY wedding!”
I hung up, shaking with anger.
At first, I decided not to attend at all.
How could I celebrate someone who treated my daughter like that?
But that night, an idea came to me.
Amanda wanted perfect wedding pictures? Fine.
I’d make sure nothing ruined her precious pictures.
I spent the next few days preparing a special wedding gift.
I told nobody what I was planning, not even my husband.
On the wedding day, I left Sophie safely at home with Nate and drove to the church alone.
The ceremony had already begun when I arrived.
I quietly opened the doors and stepped inside.
Amanda stood at the altar in her expensive white gown, smiling at her groom.
The priest was halfway through his speech when I suddenly interrupted him.
“Excuse me! Before you continue, I have a wedding gift for my sister!”
