Moments before walking down the aisle, I discovered my wedding shoes had been swapped for a pair three sizes too small. When I locked eyes with the culprit and learned the shocking reason behind it, my stomach dropped.The day was perfect—dress, makeup, venue—all in place. But when I went to put on my shoes, something was wrong. The shoes wouldn’t fit. Three sizes too small.I had worn them just yesterday. Someone had swapped them.“Uh, guys?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “Did anyone move my shoes?”“No,” Katie,

my maid of honor, answered, puzzled.I turned to Hailey, Ryan’s sister. She was sipping champagne, smirking, watching me. That was it—she did it.“Katie, check the closet,” I said. She came back empty-handed.I turned back to Hailey. “Hailey, would you mind helping me find my shoes? I can’t seem to find the right ones.”Her smirk grew. “Maybe they got misplaced?”I clenched my jaw. “Cut the act. I know it was you.”