My wedding was meant to be my fairy tale, but my sister, Emily, turned it into her moment. She ignored my request not to announce her pregnancy at my reception, stealing my spotlight. I didn’t fight back then—I waited for her gender reveal to share my own news and take back my shine.
Emily’s always been a show-stealer. From my childhood birthdays to my prom night, she’d find a way to make it about her. So, when she burst into our family brunch before my wedding, I wasn’t shocked. “I’m pregnant!” she announced, grinning as strangers clapped. I was thrilled for her, especially since my husband, Jake, and I had just learned we were expecting. But when she said she wanted to share her news at my wedding to “add excitement,” I said no. I told her we had our own baby announcement planned. She laughed it off, saying she’d behave.
My wedding day felt perfect until the reception. I was about to share our news when Emily stood up, glass raised, and shouted, “I’m going to be a mom!” The guests cheered, and I was left in my gown, invisible. She even winked at me, like it was a game. I swallowed my anger, knowing I’d get my chance.
Emily’s gender reveal was pure extravagance: glittery décor, a towering cake, and her soaking up every compliment. I wore a flowy dress to hide my bump, since we hadn’t gone public. When she cut her cake, revealing a girl, the crowd roared. I stood up. “I have something to share!” I said, showing two sonograms. “Jake and I are having twins!” The room went wild, drowning out Emily’s moment. My aunt screamed with joy, and guests swarmed me.
Emily stormed over, accusing me of stealing her thunder. I smiled. “I thought it was fine to share news at someone’s event—you did it at my wedding.” She huffed and left. Three months later, she’s still not talking to me. Jake thinks I was a bit harsh, but our parents say we’re both stubborn. With twins coming, I’m too excited to worry about her drama. I finally stepped out of her shadow, and it feels amazing.
