Living as a professional bridesmaid had its perks, but I was always organizing, never at the altar. I loved my job, finding joy in making special days even more special. My apartment, filled with colorful bridesmaid dresses, was a testament to my dedication. My own love story centered on my boss, Ethan.
At a wedding, I invited Ethan to dance, feeling a fleeting moment of courage. “Ethan, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” I began, but my sister Alice interrupted. Alice, always the center of attention, drew Ethan away from me. “Fancy seeing you two here,” she exclaimed, leaving me heartbroken.
Weeks later, Alice revealed her big news at a café. “Hanna, you won’t believe it! I’m dating someone really special… It’s Ethan.” My heart sank, but I forced a smile. Alice then announced their engagement. “Ethan proposed to me! We’re getting married!” she gushed. I agreed to help with the wedding, hiding my feelings.
Jake, a journalist, noticed my sadness and encouraged honesty. “You know, Hanna, it’s okay to be honest about how you feel. Sometimes you have to put yourself first,” he said. His sincerity struck a chord. Eventually, as Alice’s wedding day approached, I found solace in Jake’s company. “You deserve happiness, Hanna,” he told me. As we danced under twinkling lights, I realized I could find my own happily ever after.
