Left at the Altar — The Unseen Bride

At my final bridal fitting, I stepped out of the dressing room to find my sister Daphne. Straightening my fiancé Nolan's bow tie, Nolan Hayes, the mafia Don feared throughout Boston's underworld. I had just opened my mouth to say, I'll do it, when the makeup artist smiled and walked toward Daphne. Right this way, bride.

I stopped short. Nolan did not correct her. The black suited guards stationed outside the door kept their eyes forward. Daphne only smiled shyly and leaned against him. Meanwhile, Miles, my childhood friend, raised his camera and began taking pictures of them.

I stood frozen, like an outsider. Nearly every photo on Miles' camera was of Daphne fiancé. There wasn't a single shot of me, the actual bride. Daphne spoke as naturally as she were the one getting married. Fiona, bring me that bouquet. When Nolan noticed I had not moved, he came over and gently took the flowers from my

Those eyes of his, eyes that had terrified countless men across negotiating tables, held a rare trace of warmth. Fiona, what are you staring at? go choose the invitation design I'll come over when we're done with the photos Fiona move a couple of steps to the side you're blocking the light I moved without a word and stood in the

corner at that moment I finally understood how unnecessary I was if this wedding had no need for me then I wouldn't be there I quietly picked up my bag from the bench and pushed open the door the bell above it and chimed once no one called after me I looked back Daphne was twirling in