His Real Bride

t like his bride looking like a stray cat,"

it. She stood in front of the mirror, dressed in an elegant white gow

a muttered quietly, avoid

the mirror. "That's why you ended up with Damon, isn't it? The

she looked over her shoulder.

tically giving you charity by marrying you. You

e Damon. The fa

at you." She stepped closer, brushing invisible lint off Elena's gown. "All your life, you've been the quiet little shado

nto the room, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. Her

ing with sweetness. "I just hope Elena doe

arted, her voice bar

a, I've told you before. Today isn't just about you. This is

Elena said, lo

o nervous. You're lucky Damon agreed to mar

g overshadowed by Ivy, the favored daughter. Ivy, with her confidence, beauty, and ch

. "I'm sure Damon doesn't mind a bride who looks like she

ing but a mistake," Ivy continued

ing. "I never wanted to take anything

. "Because you exist.

she decided to push back. "Why do yo

na, do you think I enjoy doing this? It's exhausting being the one who holds eve

ing," Elena said,

iving in some tiny apartment, probably working in a diner. You s

ough her tone lacked conviction. "We don't have tim

quet. "Don't trip on the way out, Elena," s

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ing the decorations and eagerly awaiting the twin brides. The carriages st

y, who walked with the confidence of a queen. Their carriages were

into her carriage. "Good lu

nto her own carriage. As the door closed behind her, she

horses' hooves echoing against the cobblestone path

-

he road, the c

ing?" Elena as

iss Calloway," he said

silent. She was too nervo

s well. She opened the window and yelled at her driv

y," the driver replied.

drivers exchanged brief, hurried whispers. T

forward again. She leaned out the window

her sister's carriage

change. She adjusted her veil, a smug smile on her fa

-

it wasn't the church. Her eyes widened as unfa

re are we?"

voice said. A man stepped forward, his

dread creepin

e church. She stepped out confidently,