THEY CALLED ME THE “UGLY GRADUATE”—TEN YEARS LATER, I WALKED INTO HER WEDDING AND TOOK THE ROOM BACK

Or I could tell the truth.

Not the dramatic version. Not the revenge fantasy.

The truth.

And the truth was this: my family had only remembered I existed once my name became useful.

I looked at the microphone. Then I looked at the room.

“Good evening,” I said.

My voice came out steady.

That surprised even me.

“I’m Lucy Hart. Sarah’s older sister.”

A murmur rippled outward. Some people had clearly never heard Sarah mention she had one.