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I got to my wedding an hour early and was shocked to see that my sister was getting married too!

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After years of saving up for her dream wedding, Gina arrived early only to find another bride at her altar—her own sister! Gina’s sister took over her venue and attempted to steal her special moment, but Gina was determined not to allow it.

On the morning of my wedding, I woke up filled with joy and excitement.

Leo and I had spent years working extra hours, saving every penny, and making sacrifices to ensure this day would be perfect. Finally, after all that effort, the big moment had arrived.

I decided to arrive at the venue an hour early to take in the beauty of it all before guests arrived. But as I stepped inside, my heart nearly stopped.

A bride stood at my altar, adjusting her veil.

Not just any bride—my sister, Jessica.

She turned, smiling smugly.

“Oh! You’re early,” she said, clapping her hands. “I wanted everything to be set before you arrived. Well… there goes the surprise.”

“Surprise?” I repeated, my voice hollow.

Jessica sighed dramatically, as if I were the problem here.

“Why let a perfect setup go to waste? Two weddings in one—genius, right? And you know Ben has been pressuring me to get married.”

I stared at her, my stomach sinking.

“You actually planned to hijack my wedding? Are you insane?”

She rolled her eyes. “Be nice. And don’t be selfish!”

Selfish?

Jessica had spent our entire lives taking from me—my clothes, my ideas, even turning our parents against me when it suited her. But this? This was a new low.

I looked around. My wedding planner, Bella, was frozen in shock. Some guests had already arrived and were whispering. Even Jessica’s fiancé, Ben, looked uncomfortable.

“Jess, you told me Gina was fine with this,” Ben muttered.

Everything suddenly became crystal clear.

I smiled. “Fine. If you want a wedding, let’s do this right.”

I turned to Bella. “Can you schedule Jessica’s ceremony before mine?”

Bella blinked, then grinned. “Of course.”

“And please ensure Jessica covers all additional costs—extra officiant time, musician fees, photographer charges. Oh, and she’ll need to pay for her own guests.”

Jessica’s smirk faded.

“Wait… what?!”

Bella nodded. “The venue charges per seat, and we paid per guest. So, for your wedding, Jessica, we’ll need additional seating, which isn’t cheap.”

Jessica’s face turned red.

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