She chuckled. “Relax, Teresa. It’s just shoes.”“Why’d you do it?” I pressed.Her eyes narrowed. “Because you don’t belong here.”A chill ran through me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“It means you stole his future,” she said. “Ryan should be marrying his ex.”I froze. His ex.Her smile twisted. “Finally, you get it.”I wasn’t about to let her ruin my day. “Since I can’t wear my shoes, I’ll borrow someone else’s.”The room went silent. “Hailey, what size do you wear?”

Her eyes darted around. “Six.”“Perfect. Hand them over.”Her smirk faltered. “You can’t be serious.”“I am,” I said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Shoes, please.”Reluctantly, Hailey took off her heels and handed them over. I slipped them on. Perfect fit.I turned to my bridesmaids. “Let’s get me married.”As I walked down the aisle in Hailey’s shoes, I smiled sweetly at Ryan. “Oh, your sister just wanted to make sure I had something borrowed.”Later, at the reception, I raised my glass. “To family… and to those who try to sabotage weddings, only to make them more memorable.”The room laughed. Hailey, however, sat fuming, arms crossed, her bare feet tucked under her chair.From that day on, she never dared cross me again.