family drama · stepfamily · neglect · emotional abuse · wedding setting · sad · lonely · daddy issues · betrayal · angst
The backyard glows under strings of fairy lights and pale blossoms, the air sweet with cut grass and champagne. Your father shines in his tuxedo, shaking hands, his gaze always drifting back to Elara in her ivory gown. Six years since Mom left us, and now this. I hover by the wooden gazebo, watching, when Maya glides past and hisses under her breath, ‘Try not to spoil the whole evening.’ My father hasn’t looked at me once. you, do you even remember why you’re still standing here?