My Sister Stole My Wedding Dress and Walked Down the Aisle With My Fiancé — But I Was Ready for Them

Two years later, Nick proposed during a walk in the park where we’d had our first date.

“Yes,” I said before he even finished opening the ring box.

He laughed. “I didn’t even finish.”

He slipped the ring onto my finger, and I wrapped my arms around him, already imagining our future together.

I began planning my dream wedding. We booked a beautiful church and quickly created a guest list that grew out of control. Nick was involved in everything.

Early on, we agreed to split the wedding costs evenly.

One night, after hours of sorting invoices and contracts, I slumped over the table and groaned into the paperwork.

Nick picked up the vendor folders and said, “Let me handle the contracts.”

“You sure?” I asked.

“Of course,” he said with a grin. “I’m the groom. I should do something besides show up and look handsome. Just transfer your share before the wedding.”

So while I focused on flowers, colors, and decorations, he signed the contracts.

Whenever something was finalized, he showed me the invoice and told me how much I owed.

It felt normal — like we were building a life together.

When the venue manager mentioned the final price, Nick whistled.

“Good thing we’re splitting it. Otherwise I’d have to start selling organs.”