After giving me a fleeting glance, the officer said, “We’re conducting an investigation.”
Bewildered, I blinked. A probe? At *their* nuptials? I had no intention of doing this.
I was *really* prepared when I arrived. I had receipts showing my ex-fiance using *my* wedding deposits for *their* special day, along with emails and texts. I was prepared to ruin their idyllic moment. However, I became aware that something was *very* wrong as I looked about the room.
When I made my big entrance, the wedding guests weren’t gasping or talking with excitement. Everyone was focusing on *my sister* and not on *me*.
What about my former fiancé? There was no sign of him.
My sister was sitting at a table with her hands shaking in her lap and her face pale, still wearing her immaculate white dress. Another cop was taking notes across from her.
“What on earth is happening?” I repeated my question, louder this time.
Sighing, the first officer said. “Are you related to someone?”
I folded my arms. “Sadly, the answer is yes.”
He looked at his buddy, then leaned closer. “The groom did not appear.”
I blinked. “What?”
The officer clarified, “He depleted their joint wedding fund and vanished.” He nodded to my sister and said, “The bride” had just learned that he had taken all the money *this morning* and left town.
A slow smile appeared on my face. **Ah. This was really lovely.
My fiancé had been snatched by my sister, and *him* had taken everything away from *her*.
It was *funny* how justice worked itself out.
I folded my arms and walked up to her. I couldn’t contain my laughter as I exclaimed, “Wow.” “I suppose that tonight’s first dance went to Karma.”
Her eyes were burning with anger as she raised her head. “You find this amusing?” she growled.
I cocked my head. “A tiny bit.”
She got up so quickly that her chair squealed on the ground. She yelled, “This is *your* fault.” “You probably planned this! You probably—”
I cut her off with a laugh. I didn’t have to do *anything*, honey. A man who was **already a liar and a cheater** was taken by you. What *did you* anticipate happening?
She started to retaliate, but my **parents** rushed up before she could. My mom took hold of my arm. “Aren’t you having fun with this?” she charged.
I gave a shrug. “A little.”
My father shook his head in displeasure. “You came here to embarrass us.”
I scoffed. “Oh, *I* came here to make *you* seem bad? I didn’t support a father who obviously didn’t love either of us, or raise a daughter who stole fiancés. I lowered my voice and leaned closer. “But hey, at least now you don’t have to pick between your daughters anymore. One of us is still engaged, but to **nobody at all.**
I was on my way when my sister let out a sound of indignation.
My parents were furious, my sister was humiliated, and the wedding guests were whispering to each other as I made my way to the exit for a final glance.
I took out my phone from my backpack, smiled, and took a short photo.
For the recollections.