“No,” I whispered. “Not the dress too.”

I ran back out wearing the clothes I had arrived in. Most of the guests were already seated. As I reached the main entrance of the church, the doors opened wide.

And there they were.

Lori walked inside wearing my wedding dress.

Nick stood beside her with her hand looped through his arm, like they were starring in some twisted performance.

“Surprise!” Lori called brightly to the room. “We’re getting married instead.”

Some people gasped.

Some just stared.

Some turned to look at me, waiting for me to collapse.

My mother rose from the front pew and began clapping.

“Well,” she announced loudly, “this makes a lot more sense.”

I slowly turned and took in the room. Two hundred people were looking at us with a mixture of confusion, horror, and disbelief.

Then I smiled.

“I’m glad you’re all here,” I said. “Because I have a surprise too.”

Nick frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?”

I looked toward the sound and video technician and gave him a signal.

“Play it.”

The lights dimmed.

A moment later, every screenshot I had saved appeared on the large white screen at the front of the church: Lori and Nick’s affair, their plan to replace me at my own wedding, and my mother’s messages helping them do it.

The whispers began instantly.

“Oh my God,” someone near the front said.

“They’re stealing her wedding?” another woman blurted.

“Her own family did this to her?”

Nick’s face drained of color. Lori dropped his arm.

“Turn that off,” she snapped.

I looked at them calmly. “If you three didn’t want people knowing the truth, maybe you shouldn’t have done something this vile behind my back.”

“Andrea, you’re making a huge scene out of nothing!” my mother cried. “Your sister and Nick are in love. They just didn’t know how to tell you, so they—”

“So they decided to hijack my wedding?” I cut in.

My mother fell silent.

Nick stepped toward me. “So what? You found out. Fine. The wedding is still happening.”

Lori straightened beside him. “You can’t stop it.”

I smiled again. “I’m not trying to stop it.”

They exchanged a confused glance.

Then I pulled out a folder.

“If you want my wedding that badly, you can have it,” I said. “I just was not planning to pay for it.”

Nick stared at me. “What?”

“You handled all the vendor contracts, remember?” I said. “You signed every single one while expecting me to cover my share.”

I saw the exact second he understood.

And it was beautiful.