Everyone Loves My Sister

But Mom still ripped my wedding dress off me.

Clutching it in her arms, she hurried off to find Carrie while muttering to herself, "Carrie has lost so much weight recently. I wonder if she'll even be able to fill out this dress. If I had known, I would've made Grace eat less."

Only then did Nick let go of my wrist.

He paused, staring at my thin, bony arm. "Why have you lost so much weight?"

My nose burned.

Two years ago, Carrie and I were in a car accident together.

After that, my mother spent all her time cooking elaborate meals for her.

I only got the leftovers.

Carrie and I had completely different tastes. The food she loved was everything I couldn't stand. But if I so much as hesitated, my mother would break down, lamenting how hard things were for her. So I forced myself to swallow bite after bite.

That's when the anorexia started.

The weight dropped off quickly.

But they were all so focused on Carrie that no one noticed.

That dress would barely fit her.

I let out a quiet laugh.

"What does it matter to you?" I said softly. "As long as your precious Carrie is healthy, that's all that matters. If I died, you'd all finally have some peace."

"Stop being so dramatic!" Nick snapped before slamming the door on his way out.

Before leaving, he threw one last warning at me.

"Josh agreed to this too, so stop making trouble. Stay here. Don't even think about ruining their wedding."

I laughed at myself.

So even Josh wouldn't stand by me in the end.

The door creaked open again.

My mother entered, beaming, holding a pink bridesmaid dress in her hands.

"Grace, Carrie still needs a bridesmaid. Hurry up and change into this."

She glanced at my face and frowned. "And wipe off that bridal makeup. Don't steal Carrie's spotlight."

Seeing me sit motionless, she took matters into her own hands, forcing the dress over my head as she chattered about the wedding details.

"And don't keep staring at Josh later. He's your brother-in-law now, you two need to keep your distance."

How ridiculous.

I had to keep my distance?

A laugh burst out of me before I could stop it.

My mother shot me an annoyed glance. "You've grown so moody lately. You're nothing like Carrie. She's so much more likable."

Mom dragged me into the wedding hall.

Josh stood at the altar, dressed in a crisp suit, speaking with the officiant.

Carrie clung to his arm, her eyes full of admiration and devotion.

When he saw me, he gently pulled away from her and started toward me.

Carrie hesitated, then grabbed his sleeve, looking up at him with teary eyes.

Josh reassured her softly. "Don't worry. I promised you—I'll marry you."

Satisfied, she gave me a triumphant glance before letting go.

Josh stopped in front of me.

I handed him back his promise ring. "Congratulations, brother-in-law."

At nineteen, Josh had fought underground matches to buy this ring, swearing he would marry me someday.

I wondered if that nineteen-year-old version of him would want to beat his future self to a pulp.

With a soft clink, the ring hit the floor.

Josh's brows furrowed. He looked at me, as if struggling to explain—or maybe just delivering a verdict.

"Grace, don't be difficult. You're the one I love. But Carrie needs this wedding more than you do. I'll make it up to you later."

"No need." I smiled faintly. "Unlike my dear sister, I don't like secondhand trash."

"Grace—"

Before Josh could finish, Nick's voice rang out from across the room.

"Josh, the ceremony's starting!"

Josh hesitated, then turned back to me.

"Wait for me, Grace. I'll explain everything after this is over."

He held my gaze for a moment, then took Carrie's hand and walked away.

I stood there, alone.

A chill ran down my spine, and I shivered.