I have always believed that weddings are supposed to be the happiest days in one’s life—a time of joy, celebration, and the culmination of dreams coming true. For as long as I can remember, I poured my heart and soul into every event I touched. When my brother Liam got engaged, I was genuinely happy for him.
Despite not being the favorite person in the family—thanks to my complicated relationship with my sister-in-law Claire—I never hesitated to help plan his wedding. I helped design the invitations, coordinated vendors, managed the venue, and even baked the wedding cake that I knew would be Liam’s absolute favorite flavor. I invested weeks of my life into making sure every detail was perfect. I believed that my role in this wedding was a labor of love, a gift to my brother that would bring him and our family closer together.
