When Alexandra’s stepmom arrived at her wedding in a white dress, insisting she deserved attention, Alexandra braced for chaos. But her husband had a plan to turn the tables in a way no one expected. “These flowers need to be perfect,” Linda said, arranging them with exaggerated care. “After all, it’s a big day for the family.”
I sat at the dining table, sipping my tea and trying to stay calm. My dad smiled at her. “Linda has a great eye for these things,” he said. I forced a smile. “They do look nice, Linda,” I replied. Linda, my stepmother, came into my life when I was ten after Mom passed away. She loved being the center of attention, and today was no different. She fussed over the flowers, making sure each petal was in the right place. Her movements were dramatic like she was on stage. I wondered what role she would try to play at the wedding.
“Are you excited about the wedding, Dad?” I asked, hoping to change the subject. He nodded, his eyes twinkling. “Very much, Alexandra. It’s going to be a beautiful day.” Linda chimed in, “Yes, and everything has to be perfect. It’s not every day we have such an important event.” I nodded, but my mind was elsewhere. I knew Linda would find a way to make the day about her. She always did. I remembered birthdays and holidays when she managed to be the star of the show, leaving me in the shadows.
