Then, to my surprise, Sadie’s eyes welled up with tears.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’ve been such a witch. I just… I always felt like I was living in your shadow.”
I reached out, taking her hand.
“Sadie, there was never any competition.
I was just trying to survive.”
She nodded, squeezing my hand. “I know that now.
God, we’ve wasted so much time, haven’t we?”
The ceremony was beautiful, with Sadie radiant as she walked down the aisle. As I stood beside her, I felt a warmth I hadn’t experienced in years — the joy of truly being there for my sister.
At the reception, Sadie pulled me aside.
“Nancy, I need to say something.”
I braced myself because old habits die hard.
“What is it?”
She took a deep breath.
“Thank you. For being here, for looking gorgeous, for everything. I’ve been so caught up in my own insecurities that I never saw how much you were going through.
Can we start over?”
I felt tears prick my eyes.
“I’d like that, Sadie. I really would.”
She pulled me into a hug, and for the first time in forever, it felt real.
As we pulled apart, both laughing and wiping away tears, I caught Aunt Marie’s eye across the room. She raised her glass with a wink.
Maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of a new chapter for us.
It had taken a wedding, a dress disaster, and a meddling aunt, but we’d finally found our way back to being sisters.
As the night wore on and the dance floor filled up, Sadie grabbed my hand.
“Come on, sis. Let’s show these people how it’s done.”
And as we twirled and laughed under the twinkling lights, I realized that sometimes, the best revenge isn’t getting even, but moving forward together.
