@reddityama: "At my sister's engagement party, she grabbed the mic, grinning. 'Meet my maid of honor—oh wait, no.' She fake-pouted. 'Too ugly for the role. Find someone prettier!' The crowd laughed. Our parents clapped. Aunt Carol smirked. I smiled—not wounded, but knowing. 'To love it toasted,' slipping her fiancé a small gift. His smile faltered. The music skipped. And suddenly, no one was laughing anymore."