Lena smiled, grabbing Maya’s hand. “We’d be honored.”
That night, as I watched my daughters laughing together for the first time in years, I realized that something beautiful had emerged from the wreckage. Not just a dress reborn — but a family.
They weren’t just stepsisters anymore.
They were sisters. Truly.
And nothing would ever tear them apart again.
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