"Lucas! Do I look good in this?" Wendy Langdon beamed as she twirled in her dress, the form-fitting white wedding dress emphasizing her slender waist and long legs. Lucas skillfully slid his fingers over her shoulder, fastening her straps and then smoothly running his hand down her back to embrace her waist. "Why are you still so careless at your age? You ran out here without even doing up your straps properly. You look beautiful, of course. You're the most beautiful girl, my little princess."

The laughter and chatter of the siblings echoed in my ears as I glanced at the wedding dress I was wearing, a feeling of frustration spreading from my heart to every limb, crushing my breath. Everyone said Lucas and I were a match made in heaven, both in talent and looks, and he usually doted on me. However, whenever his half-sister appeared, he transformed into a doting fanatic, showering her with affection.

But wasn't their intimacy as siblings a bit too much?

"The bride and groom, please come this way!" The photographer waved them over with his camera. I stared fixedly at Lucas's back, my gaze intense. His fiancée was still in the dressing room. Was he really going to take wedding photos with his sister?

As expected, Lucas paused in his steps, slightly turning his head as if to say something. But Wendy had already linked her arm through his, her smile sweet. "Lucas, sister-in-law isn't ready yet. Let's go take some pictures first. When she comes out, I will give you back to her. I'm considerate, aren't I?"

Lucas struggled for a moment but eventually nodded with a smile. "Good idea. Let's go." He then took Wendy's hand and strode off. He didn't look back, even though a single glance would have shown him that I was right behind him.

The sound of their footsteps faded away, and my heart sank bit by bit, shattering into countless pieces. The dressmaker approached me cautiously outside the studio. I thought she was going to ask where the groom was. The cold word "dead" hovered in my throat but never escaped.

Instead, she pointed at the wedding dress I was wearing, her face full of sympathy. "Miss Henderson, Mr. Bailey had a custom wedding dress ordered here..." My expression stiffened. The quality and pattern of the dress I was wearing were excellent, but it was also the most common style. I had seen it several times in this shop. The store's custom dresses were unique creations by the designer, one-of-a-kind.

"I thought the shoot was with Mr. Bailey and you," she continued, "Mr. Bailey had booked the place exclusively, no other guests..." My face turned pale instantly. No other guests meant that Lucas's custom wedding dress was meant for someone else, and it was easy to guess whom.

From wearing school uniforms together to wearing wedding dresses now, I had looked forward to this for seven full years, only to be harshly slapped by reality. A mix of grievance, embarrassment, and anger kept intertwining. My world was crashing down around me.

Just then, the doors to the photo studio opened, and Lucas walked out, his arms around Wendy's waist, his eyes full of indulgence. The moment he noticed me at the door, his expression flickered unnaturally before shifting back to tenderness as he let go of Wendy and came towards me.

"Is Abigail ready? I've been waiting for you." Wendy Langdon also threw me a playful smile. "Abigail, you look so beautiful today. You're going to take the prettiest wedding photos!"

But I couldn't muster a smile, stepping back to avoid Lucas's hand. My eyes fell on Wendy's dress, and a sharp pain surged through me. Up close, I noticed her dress sparkling brilliantly, a full moon embroidered at the chest, surrounded by tiny, shining diamonds, as if it were the center of the universe.

My eyes suddenly reddened, and I could no longer maintain any decorum, pointing at Lucas and protesting, "I am your fiancée, yet you take wedding photos with your sister first and even choose a custom dress for her. What am I to you then?"