From the outside, everything looked perfect.
The venue was glowing under soft white lights, every chair lined up neatly, every flower placed just right. Guests were arriving in clusters, smiling, hugging, whispering about how beautiful everything looked. And there I was, standing in my dress, smiling back at them, pretending I didn’t feel like something was terribly wrong.
There was a knot in my stomach that had been there all morning.
No matter how many times I told myself it was just nerves, it didn’t go away.
And the worst part was, I knew exactly when it had started.
My sister.
She had been acting strange for weeks.