The footage shifted. Erica and Stan sneaking into my house. Tiptoeing into my bedroom, thinking I was still at work.

Erica sprawled on my bed, laughing.

“She’ll never find out…” she murmured.

Stan chuckled. “Paige who?”

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Erica turned pale, her hands trembling.

Before she could lash out, another voice cut through the air.

Jack stepped forward, his black vest snug over a crisp white shirt. His piercing blue eyes met mine. Then, without hesitation, he dropped to one knee.

“I’ve waited long enough to do this, Paige.” His voice was steady, sure. “Will you marry me?”

Erica choked on her own breath. “Paige! Are you kidding me? Now?! At my wedding?!”

I grinned, feeling a year’s worth of pain melt away.

“Yes!” I said, steady and sure. “Yes, Jack! I will!”

Erica’s face contorted with fury.

“This is my day!” she shrieked, stomping so hard her chair toppled over.

I turned to her, smiling sweetly.

“Oh, sweetheart,” I said, voice laced with honey. “You stole my fiancé and my wedding. I just returned the favor and stole the spotlight.”

With Jack’s hand in mine, I walked out, leaving my sister behind—stunned, seething, and absolutely wrecked.