Hailey admitted she wanted Ryan to marry his ex, not me, because she felt I didn’t belong in their family.But I wasn’t going to let her win. I asked Hailey for her shoes, knowing they were my size. She hesitated, clearly uncomfortable, but everyone in the room was watching, and the pressure was on. Eventually, she handed over her designer heels with a sigh,

I slipped on the shoes and grinned. The crisis was averted. I walked down the aisle in Hailey’s shoes, feeling triumphant. Ryan noticed immediately but didn’t have time to ask before the ceremony started.Later at the reception, I raised my glass to “family” and “those who try to sabotage weddings… only to end up making them more memorable.” The room erupted in laughter, and I knew that, despite Hailey’s attempts, I had won.