The Stolen Makeup Artist

On my wedding day, my fiancé gave my $200,000 makeup artist to his adopted sister first. I called three times. He said, "Don't make a big deal out of it." For seven years, she stole every date, every anniversary. He always said, "She's my sister.

Let her have her way." This time, it was my wedding. I changed into a white dress, canceled everything, and sat waiting. He thought I'd bow my head again. But when he opens that door—will there still be a wedding waiting for him?