Revenge of the Bride

Seconds after I posted my reply, our high school group chat filled with people tagging me.

“That plagiarist actually has the nerve to show up? Isn’t she afraid she’ll fall through the floor?”

“That’s Blue Rose Manor! It costs $300,000 a day to rent. Has she ever even seen a place that luxurious?”

“No bridesmaid dress? Ha! She probably can’t squeeze into one and is just making excuses!”

“God, what vehicle could even carry you now? Try calling a tank!”

Jack posted a posed gym photo. “Fellas, just wait until the wedding. I’m going to lift two hundred pounds in front of everyone. Better start training my lower back now so I don’t break it on the big day.”

The chat howled. “Hold on tight during the first dance, Jack. Don’t let her send you flying.”

No matter how many years went by, their cruelty never changed.

Ella stepped in to smooth things over. “They’re just teasing, Sophie. Don’t be nervous. I already had your bridesmaid dress made five sizes larger, so it’ll be nice and roomy.”

And then she slid the knife in.

“If going up five sizes still isn’t enough, there’s really nothing I can do. That’s as large as the bridal shop goes.”

This was what Ella did best. She played the good girl while driving the knife as deep into my heart as she could.

Back then, I pulled three all-nighters creating my competition entry, only for Ella to see it and steal it for herself.

Using my work, she won a gold medal in the statewide competition and secured a recommendation letter for admission to an elite university.

Stolen work always comes back to haunt you. Afraid she would be exposed, Ella went on the offensive, spreading rumors to smear me and accusing me of plagiarizing her work.

I was shy and terrible at defending myself, and Ella was one of the most popular girls in school, so no one believed me.