My sister’s wedding was soft and elegant—just like her. The whole area was filled with fairy lights, gentle music, and white lilies, her favorite flower. I stood at the edge of the aisle, watching her walk toward Kuya Dylan. She looked so beautiful in her lace gown, glowing with a peace I hadn’t seen in her before.
She smiled at me as she passed, and I smiled back, but something inside me twisted. I was happy for her, truly. But I couldn’t ignore the ache in my chest. I had just ended things with Lucas. And while she was starting forever, I was starting over—again.
During the reception, I sat quietly beside Tali. She leaned over and whispered, “You okay, Ate?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Just tired.”
But really, I was just trying not to cry.
“I heard about the news. I just got too busy recently
