When my stepsister skipped my wedding without warning and sent a $10 check with a nasty note, I was heartbroken. With my grandma’s help, we taught her a lesson in respect she’ll never forget, turning our next family gathering into an unforgettable moment of revenge and revelation.

I couldn’t believe it was finally happening! I stood in the middle of my bustling living room, surrounded by family, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. My wedding day was here, and everything was perfect.

“I’m so glad Laura and her family will be here,” I said, smoothing down my dress. “It’s been too long since we’ve all been together.”

“It’ll be a great reunion,” my groom, Jake, replied with a reassuring smile. “I’m sure they’ll enjoy the celebration.”

“Everything looks perfect,” my cousin Amy added, her eyes twinkling. “You must be so excited!”

“I am,” I said, feeling a surge of happiness. “It’s going to be a beautiful day.”

The venue was stunning. Flowers decorated every corner, and the air buzzed with anticipation. Guests were arriving, and everything was set for a perfect day. But as I looked around, I couldn’t help but notice someone was missing.

“Have you seen Laura yet?” I asked Jake, trying to keep my voice steady. “She and her family should be here by now.”

“No, I haven’t seen them,” Jake replied, glancing around. “Maybe they’re running late.”

“Don’t worry,” Amy said, patting my arm. “They’ll be here. Let’s enjoy the moment.”

I nodded, but a sense of unease settled in my stomach. I hoped everything was alright.

The reception was lively, filled with laughter and music, but I couldn’t shake off my worry. Laura and her family’s seats remained empty, a glaring absence in the otherwise perfect day.

“I can’t believe Laura and her family didn’t show up,” I said to Jake, my voice tinged with disappointment. “They RSVP’d yes! Do you think something happened?”

“It’s strange,” Amy said, looking concerned. “I hope they’re okay. Maybe we’ll hear from them soon.”

“Let’s try to enjoy the night,” Jake suggested, squeezing my hand. “We’ll figure it out later.”

I nodded, but my mind kept drifting back to those empty seats. What could have possibly kept them away?

Well, growing up, my stepsister always seemed to outshine me, no matter what I did. She was the golden child, excelling in school, sports, and even winning the admiration of our parents. I felt like I was always in her shadow,