I Refuse to Be the Second Choice
Language: en
When my fiancé Ethan was picking out wedding jewelry, he bought two pieces — and let my sister Ava choose first. One was a pink diamond necklace he'd tracked down across three cities, paying a fortune at auction. The other was a cheap black brooch that came free with the necklace. It clashed completely with my wedding dress. For once, I pointed at the necklace. "This time — can I choose first?" Ethan ruffled my hair. "Ava's always been picky. She has to have the best of everything. You're not like that — whatever's left is still fine." I didn't respond. I just felt hollow inside. Twenty…