Weddings are supposed to be celebrations of joy — milestones that bring families together in laughter, love, and promise. My sister’s wedding began that way. The ceremony was beautiful, the reception dazzling. For a few blissful hours, it seemed like nothing could disturb the happiness around us.
But then my father, pale and trembling, took my hand in his and whispered words that shattered everything: “Get in the car. Now.”
A Perfect Beginning
The bells had only just faded when we arrived at the reception hall. Golden light poured across the tables, champagne glasses clinked, and a jazz trio played quietly in the corner.
My sister Emily looked radiant in her ivory gown, twirling with David — the man she had dreamed of marrying for years. Guests cheered, children danced on the edges of the floor, and I stood back, simply soaking in the happiness.
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