The Princess Stole My Wedding

Synopsis

After a fire, my younger sister Lila Wilson's mind got stuck at seven years old. Our whole family had to play along with her make-believe games. My mom was the gentle queen, and my elder brother was the handsome knight. But I had to strap on a thirty-pound weight belt and play the wicked cripple. Then I met Ryan Cooper, my boyfriend. He gently unstrapped the weight belt from my legs and murmured with concern, "Chloe, from now on, I'll only be nice to you." But when I brought him home, Lila insisted Ryan play the prince from a neighboring kingdom and marry her. I could only tell him to go along with it. Ryan, clearly annoyed, grabbed the toy sword and went through the act with Lila again and again. Before the wedding, I thought I could finally break free from this family. But Lila clung to my wedding dress, still crying and demanding to be the princess. My dad handed me a fake nose. "You've been playing the witch for years. What's one more performance?" Mom handed me the weight belt. "There'll be so many guests tomorrow. Do you want Lila to freak out in front of everyone?" My brother wrapped his arm around Lila and shot me a cold look. "There can only be one princess in this family, and that's Lila. Put up with it." I looked at Ryan helplessly, but he helped me into the witch costume and said casually, "Chloe, hold on a little longer, or Lila will be upset." Seeing the tenderness in Ryan's eyes left me completely heartbroken. I turned to Lila and took off my wedding ring. "How can a princess not have a diamond ring? How about I give you this one too?"