Torn Between Sisters

Meeting My Sister Fiancé

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Amara's heart dropped. "What? Tiara, you can't be serious," she replied, struggling to process the news.

"Of course, I am! Anthony proposed last night!" Tiara's voice bubbled with joy.

A whirlwind of emotions crashed over Amara—shock, disbelief, and an ache she thought she had buried. "You're marrying Anthony? My Anthony?"

"Yes! Isn't it amazing?" Tiara gushed, oblivious to the turmoil in Amara's heart.

Amara forced a smile, though it felt heavy on her lips. "That's... great, Tiara. I'm happy for you."

"Thanks! I knew you'd be supportive! I'll need your help with the planning, of course!"

As Tiara rattled on about floral arrangements and venues, Amara's mind raced. How could she help when her heart was still tied to the man Tiara was about to marry?

"Yeah, sure," Amara mumbled, her thoughts already spinning with the complexity of emotions ahead. Little did she know, the next few days would test the very fabric of their sisterly bond.

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Amara sighed as she stepped into the living room, her mind still swirling with her sister's unexpected news. The sight of her engagement dress hanging in the closet felt like a cruel reminder of the love that slipped through her fingers.

As she made her way to the kitchen, the aroma of coffee filled the air, offering a moment of comfort. She poured herself a cup, hoping the caffeine would help shake off the heaviness that clung to her.

"Are you okay?" her brother, Marcus, asked, noticing her distant expression.

"Just... dealing with some family drama," she replied, forcing a smile. "Tiara's getting married today to a guy she's never even met."

Marcus raised an eyebrow. "That's wild. Are you going to support her?"

"I guess," Amara said, leaning against the counter. "It's hard to cheer for her when I can't help but think of Anthony. It feels like a betrayal."

"Maybe it's time to confront those feelings," he suggested gently. "You deserve to find closure."

As the day wore on, Amara prepared herself for the dinner. The thought of being surrounded by family and a stranger made her stomach twist. She gathered her thoughts, focusing on what she could control.

The evening approached faster than expected, and soon she found herself standing in front of the venue, a lavish restaurant adorned with fairy lights. Her heart raced as she entered, scanning the room for Tiara.

When she spotted her sister, beaming and dressed elegantly, Amara felt a mix of admiration and sadness. Tiara waved her over, and as Amara approached, she noticed the man beside her—a tall figure with an easy smile that felt strangely familiar.

"Amara, this is Anthony ," Tiara introduced, her excitement palpable.

As Anthony  turned to face her, a wave of recognition washed over Amara. It was him—the one man she had never expected to see again.

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As Amara drove home, the weight of the day settled on her shoulders. The conversation with Erica had stirred up her own thoughts about love, marriage, and the fragility of relationships. A contract marriage? It was a stark reminder of how quickly things could change.