My Sister Tried to Sabotage Me on Her Wedding Day — But I Had the Last Laugh

Growing up, my little sister Sadie resented me. I was the sickly one who got all the attention, and she never let me forget it. So when she asked me to be her maid of honor, I was shocked — and cautiously hopeful.

At first, things felt different. We bonded, shared laughs, and even started acting like real sisters. But on her wedding day, I unzipped my dress bag… and found a gown several sizes too big. Sadie smirked, pretending it was a mistake, then said her friend Jess would take my place.

I was crushed. All that hope shattered. But then Aunt Marie swept in like a fairy godmother, handed me a secret dress she’d had made just in case, and said, “Go show your sister what real class looks like.”

I returned in that dazzling gown, and Sadie’s jaw dropped. Eventually, she broke down and apologized. “I always felt like I was in your shadow,” she confessed.

We hugged, cried, and danced the night away. Maybe we can’t rewrite the past, but that night, we started a new chapter — one where being sisters meant standing side by side, not tearing each other down.