My wedding day was something I had been looking forward to since I was a child. Finally, Enzo—the man I loved with all my heart—and I would be together forever. My dream was simple: a happy day with family and true friends. But a week before the wedding, my sister Lia had an explosion.
“I'm getting married on your wedding day too,” she said, without hesitation while chewing fruit in front of our mother.
I frowned. “What do you mean? We’re both getting married on the same day?”
He nodded, as if nothing had happened. “Yes. We need to book the venue right away, eh. And… isn’t it fun to be together? Twins forever.”
But we're not twins. She's the youngest, and I'm the oldest. Since childhood, Lia has always wanted what I have. When I took piano lessons, she enrolled too. When I got a boyfriend, she tried to seduce him. But I thought, in love and marriage, she wouldn't go that far.
What's so painful? He used the same motif as my wedding—rustic garden theme, dusty rose and sage green as the colors, even the supplier, copied. It was so similar, others thought it was a double wedding. I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. But Enzo, holding my hand, whispered, "Nothing can overshadow our day. This is us."
As the date drew closer, the news spread. All the relatives were confused. Which one would they go to? Isn't Lia's intentions too obvious?
On the wedding day, most people chose to go to our venue. The church was full of flowers, the sun was clear, and Enzo and I's love was stronger than any trial. Lia? Still married, but it seemed like there were more food servers than guests.
After the wedding, Lia came up to me holding her bouquet. “Are you happy?” she asked, but there was a hint of sadness in her tone.
I looked at him straight in the eye. “Yes. Because this is not a fight. This is not a competition. And at any rate, love is not measured by who is first or more flamboyant. What matters is that it is true.”
He bowed down. Maybe, finally, he realized that he didn't have to compete for love.
