Scarlette~~~~~~~
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It’s Ethan and Emelia’s wedding today.
The day I’ve dreaded from the moment he left.
The day I prayed would never come.
Watching my ex-husband marry my younger sister was never on my damn bucket list. Not even close. I used to picture their funerals before I pictured this.
But here we are.
I stood in front of the mirror, slipping into the white gown I’d picked last minute—fitted at the top, hugging every curve, then flaring out at the bottom like I was walking into a royal ball, not a personal hell. Beads traced the bodice, delicate and spiteful, catching the light like I was supposed to shine for them.
I pinned my hair into a neat bun. At first, I didn’t plan to dress up. I told myself I’d show up looking simple, invisible, detached. But then I thought—w
