Just as the music began, everyone turned to watch the flower girl — my stepdaughter, Amelia. But when her moment came, she was nowhere to be seen. The ceremony paused as we searched the venue, our hearts heavy with worry. Moments later, someone heard a faint sound coming from a nearby room. When we opened the door, there she was, holding her little flower basket, her eyes wide with confusion and tears.
Amelia had been so excited for this day. Ever since her dad and I got engaged, she had dreamed of walking down the aisle, scattering petals like a princess from her storybooks. We had grown so close over the years — through bedtime stories, baking adventures, and quiet talks before bed. I wanted this day to be as magical for her as it was for us. But instead, something — or someone — had taken that joy away.
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