I was supposed to be the bridesmaid, not the bride. I was supposed to be blending in the shadows, not be the centre of attention. I was supposed to greet certain limited people, then keep to myself, not stand beside the bridegroom and greet every one of them. I had been pitying my sister for her fate, but look at me now. As if, fate decided to unleash its wrath on me.
My life took a 180 degrees turn on my sister’s wedding day. I found myself being dressed as the bride, walking down the aisle, trying not to crumble under everyone’s sombre gaze and taking vows to be with my sister’s fiancé, the vampire lord, Damian Beaufort until my death.