The morning of my wedding, I woke up with butterflies in my stomach and a full heart.

Leo and I had spent years saving for this day. Extra shifts, late nights, cutting corners wherever we could. Every dollar went toward making it perfect.

"Gina, just think, all the money we're going to save on takeout," Leo laughed.

"That's because we're on healthy eating plans," I grinned.

And now, after all that work, all that sacrifice, it was finally here.

I arrived at the venue an hour early, hoping for a quiet moment before the ceremony. I wanted to walk the aisle alone, soak it all in.

I just wanted to breathe, and do my makeup, and drink champagne while I walked around, taking the fairytale in.

Instead, I saw a bride standing at my altar. She had her back to me, and she was smoothing out her veil.

She wasn't just any bride. She was Jessica, my sister.

Dressed in a beautiful white wedding dress. Watching the venue's staff run around with the final preparations. Some of the guests were already gathering.

Leo had wanted our closest family to arrive early for a photoshoot.

"We're only going to get married once, Gina," he said. "Let's make it magical. I have my students coming in to take our photographs. It's going to be wonderful."

"Is that your version of extra credit?" I asked my fiancé as he scrolled through his laptop.

"It's more like me allowing them to give us a wedding present."

That was one of the things I loved most about Leo. He had been a wildlife photographer for years, constantly flying to the best game parks. But after an accident on a safari a few years ago, Leo had decided to stay local and teach at a college instead.

It was his passion for capturing moments in time that hooked me.

Music started playing from somewhere, and I was brought back to my nightmare.

Jessica, the bride.

My chest tightened. My ears rang.

And guess what?

My sister turned and flashed me a smug smile.