My Groom Marries My Sister Instead
Language: en
My best friend, Davis, had prepared the bouquet specifically for me. It was a rigged toss, a brotherly gesture to nudge my stagnant fate forward. But when the flowers arched through the air that day, they were intercepted. A hand snatched them, fumbled, and then—with a playful flick—let them tumble into my arms. The crowd’s gaze instinctively pivoted to Meredith. The room erupted, fueled by the knowledge of our eight-year marathon romance. "Say yes! Say yes!" "The flowers have spoken! It’s time!" Meredith was shoved forward by the cheering mass until she stood before me. I stood there,…