Hanna made creating the happiest days of someone’s life her profession. Every day, she planned weddings for others, hoping someday to plan her own. She finally finds the courage to tell her boss Ethan about her feelings, only to discover that he was just taken by someone else.
Living my life as a professional bridesmaid had its perks, but it also meant that I was always the one organizing, never the one at the altar. I loved my job and was good at it; finding ways to make a special day even more special brought me joy.
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Yet, when it came to my own love story, I had one man in mind: my boss, Ethan. My days were filled with meticulously planning weddings for others.
My apartment was a colorful testament to my dedication, filled with bridesmaid dresses of every hue and style.
That evening, I found myself at yet another wedding. The bride was ecstatic, thanking me for making the event feel so personal. I was in my element, ensuring everything was perfect.
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
As I weaved through the crowd, making sure everything was okay, I accidentally bumped into Jake, a journalist covering the event.
“Another bridesmaid?” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Someone has to keep things running smoothly,” I replied, matching his sarcasm with a smile.
“You must love punishment,” he retorted, amusement twinkling in his eyes.
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Before I could respond, I saw Ethan enter the room. My heart skipped a beat. His presence always had that effect on me. Tall, with this kind eyes, he commanded attention effortlessly. I decided to act.
“Would you like to dance?” I asked, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in my stomach.
“I’d love to,” he replied, his smile making my heart flutter even more.
We moved to the dance floor, and as we swayed to the music, I felt a fleeting moment of courage. Maybe tonight was the night I would confess my feelings.
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“Ethan, there’s something I want to tell you,” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. Before I could continue, my sister Alice appeared out of nowhere.
“Hanna! Fancy seeing you two here,” she exclaimed, her lively personality drawing everyone’s attention as always.
Alice had a knack for making an entrance: tonight was no different. With her radiant smile, she effortlessly drew Ethan’s attention away from me. I watched as they started chatting animatedly.
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Alice had always been the center of attention, ever since we were kids. She liked the clothes I liked, my hobbies became her hobbies, and, sure, we had similar tastes in men.
It was something I had grown to resent. She always seemed to take everything away from me, even now.
As I stood there, feeling invisible, I reflected on our childhood. Alice was always the special one. No matter how hard I tried, I could never quite measure up.
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Some things never changed. She was still here to overshadow me, to remind me that I was always second.
Trying to shake off the bitterness, I excused myself from the dance floor. I wasn’t about to let my personal feelings interfere with making someone else’s day perfect.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur. I managed to keep things running smoothly, receiving compliments.
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
But inside, I felt a storm of emotions. As the night drew to a close, I was wondering if my own happy ending was ever meant to be.
A few weeks later, Alice and I met at our favorite cozy café. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air.
We settled into a corner booth, and I could tell from her smile that she had big news to share.
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“Hanna, you won’t believe it!” Alice said, barely able to contain her excitement. “I’m dating someone really special.”
I nodded. Alice falling in love was a common occurrence. She had a way of quickly getting swept up in new relationships, only for them to fizzle out just as fast.
“That’s great,” I replied, sipping my coffee. “Who’s the lucky guy?”
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She leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling. “It’s Ethan.”
I froze, the cup halfway to my lips. “Ethan? Our Ethan? My Ethan?”
“Isn’t it amazing?” she gushed. “We met at that wedding a few weeks ago, and it was like magic. We’ve been inseparable ever since.”
My mind was racing, trying to process it. Ethan, the man I had secretly loved for so long, was now dating my sister. It felt like a punch to the gut. But the worst was yet to come.
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“And guess what?” Alice continued. “Ethan proposed! We’re getting married!”
I felt the world tilt around me. My heart sank, but I forced a smile. “I’m so happy for you, Alice. I will help with the wedding.”
She squeezed my hand. “Thank you, Hanna. You’re the best sister ever.”
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I nodded, trying to keep my emotions in check. As always, my little sister was the priority. I had to be the supportive sister, even when my heart was breaking.
Returning home, I sought comfort in the familiar routine of wedding planning.
My small space, usually a haven filled with bridesmaid dresses, now felt suffocating. The news of their engagement haunted my thoughts: I couldn’t escape the feeling of betrayal.
That evening, as I sat surrounded by wedding invitations, there was a knock at the door.
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
It was Jake, the journalist who had been covering some of the weddings I planned. He had come for an interview about my life as the most prolific bridesmaid.
“Hey,” Jake greeted me with his sarcastic grin. “Ready to spill the secrets of your bridesmaid empire?”
I managed a weak smile. “Come on in, Jake.”
We sat down, and he started asking questions about my work. His sharp eyes didn’t miss my sadness.
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“So, you’re in love with your boss?” he remarked suddenly. His tone was a mix of curiosity and sympathy.
“It’s complicated,” I admitted. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes.
Jake’s expression softened. “You know, Hanna, it’s okay to be honest about how you feel. Sometimes you have to put yourself first.”
His words struck a chord. I had spent so much time putting others first, especially Alice. Maybe it was time to consider my own happiness.
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As Jake left, I felt a spark of hope. It was a glimmer of possibility that perhaps, just perhaps, I could find a way to heal.
But for now, I had a wedding to plan—one that I wished I wasn’t a part of.
As Alice’s wedding preparations began, I threw myself into my duties as her maid of honor. I needed to distract myself from the constant ache in my heart. I accompanied Alice to countless bridal shops, helping her choose the perfect dress.
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Each fitting felt like a needle prick to my soul, but I smiled through it all. Alice was unaware of my feelings, chattering about her plans.
“What do you think of this one?” Alice twirled in yet another white gown.
“It’s beautiful, Alice. You look stunning,” I replied, forcing enthusiasm into my voice.
Next came the bachelorette party planning. I organized everything down to the last detail, from the venue to the games.
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
It was my way of coping, immersing myself in tasks that left little room for brooding thoughts. I needed to be the supportive sister, no matter how much it hurt.
Jake continued to shadow me for his article. His presence was unexpectedly comforting. His honesty and sharp humor became my outlet for frustrations I couldn’t express to anyone else.
“How do you do it, Hanna?” Jake asked one day. “Always putting others first, even when you’re hurting?”
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“It’s what I’ve always done,” I shrugged.
Slowly, Jake’s admiration for my strength grew, and so did his feelings for me. His sincerity began to peel away the layers of my guarded heart.
After an exhausting day of wedding prep, Jake and I decided to go out for drinks. We found a quiet bar and settled into a booth.
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“To surviving another day of wedding madness,” Jake toasted, clinking his glass with mine.
We began sharing stories about our lives. Jake opened up about his cynicism about love, revealing that it stemmed from a past heartbreak.
“I’ve just seen too many relationships fall apart,” he admitted, swirling his drink. “It’s hard to believe in happy endings.”
“I understand,” I said. “But maybe, just maybe, things can turn out differently.”
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He looked at me with a warmth in his eyes that I hadn’t noticed before. “Maybe they can,” he agreed.
As the night wore on, I saw Jake in a new light. He wasn’t just the sarcastic journalist; he was someone who saw me for who I was. For the first time in weeks, I felt a glimmer of hope.
The evening ended with a sense of promise. While I still had a wedding to plan for my sister, I began to realize that maybe there was a chance for my own happiness too.
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
The venue was decorated beautifully, with flowers and fairy lights twinkling like stars. I moved quickly from one task to another, my clipboard in hand, making sure everything was just right.
Standing beside Alice, watching her marry the man I loved, was a bittersweet mix of pride and sorrow. She looked radiant in her dress, her happiness evident in every smile.
As she and Ethan exchanged vows, I felt a pang in my heart. I couldn’t ignore this ache of unfulfilled love.
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
After the ceremony, the reception was in full swing. Laughter and music filled the air.
I tried to stay busy, but it was hard to keep my emotions in check. Then, I saw Jake approaching me, his expression thoughtful.
“Hey,” he said gently, “You look like you could use a break.”
I nodded, grateful for his presence. “Yeah, sounds good.”
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
We slipped away and found a quiet spot in the garden. The night was cool, and the stars above provided a serene backdrop.
“You deserve someone who sees you for the amazing person you are,” Jake said softly, his eyes full of sincerity. “You deserve happiness, Hanna.”
His words struck a chord deep within me. I realized it was time to prioritize my own happiness.
“Thank you, Jake,” I said, my voice steady. “I needed to hear that.”
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
Returning to the reception, I found Ethan and Alice and congratulated them with genuine warmth. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. Then, I made my way to the dance floor where Jake was waiting.
As we danced, Jake and I shared a genuine, heartfelt moment.
“Hanna, I’ve come to care about you a lot,” he said, looking into my eyes. “I want to be there for you.”
Finally letting go of Ethan, I admitted I felt the same. “I care about you too, Jake.”
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
The night ended with our kiss under the twinkling lights, symbolizing a new beginning for both of us.
Turns out, being a bridesmaid was just the start of my story. And maybe, just maybe, I could find my own happily ever after.
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Hanna made creating the happiest days of someone’s life her profession. Every day, she planned weddings for others, hoping someday to plan her own. She finally finds the courage to tell her boss Ethan about her feelings, only to discover that he was just taken by someone else.
Living my life as a professional bridesmaid had its perks, but it also meant that I was always the one organizing, never the one at the altar. I loved my job and was good at it; finding ways to make a special day even more special brought me joy.
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
Yet, when it came to my own love story, I had one man in mind: my boss, Ethan. My days were filled with meticulously planning weddings for others.
My apartment was a colorful testament to my dedication, filled with bridesmaid dresses of every hue and style.
That evening, I found myself at yet another wedding. The bride was ecstatic, thanking me for making the event feel so personal. I was in my element, ensuring everything was perfect.
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
As I weaved through the crowd, making sure everything was okay, I accidentally bumped into Jake, a journalist covering the event.
“Another bridesmaid?” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Someone has to keep things running smoothly,” I replied, matching his sarcasm with a smile.
“You must love punishment,” he retorted, amusement twinkling in his eyes.
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
Before I could respond, I saw Ethan enter the room. My heart skipped a beat. His presence always had that effect on me. Tall, with this kind eyes, he commanded attention effortlessly. I decided to act.
“Would you like to dance?” I asked, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in my stomach.
“I’d love to,” he replied, his smile making my heart flutter even more.
We moved to the dance floor, and as we swayed to the music, I felt a fleeting moment of courage. Maybe tonight was the night I would confess my feelings.
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
“Ethan, there’s something I want to tell you,” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. Before I could continue, my sister Alice appeared out of nowhere.
“Hanna! Fancy seeing you two here,” she exclaimed, her lively personality drawing everyone’s attention as always.
Alice had a knack for making an entrance: tonight was no different. With her radiant smile, she effortlessly drew Ethan’s attention away from me. I watched as they started chatting animatedly.
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
Alice had always been the center of attention, ever since we were kids. She liked the clothes I liked, my hobbies became her hobbies, and, sure, we had similar tastes in men.
It was something I had grown to resent. She always seemed to take everything away from me, even now.
As I stood there, feeling invisible, I reflected on our childhood. Alice was always the special one. No matter how hard I tried, I could never quite measure up.
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
Some things never changed. She was still here to overshadow me, to remind me that I was always second.
Trying to shake off the bitterness, I excused myself from the dance floor. I wasn’t about to let my personal feelings interfere with making someone else’s day perfect.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur. I managed to keep things running smoothly, receiving compliments.
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
But inside, I felt a storm of emotions. As the night drew to a close, I was wondering if my own happy ending was ever meant to be.
A few weeks later, Alice and I met at our favorite cozy café. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air.
We settled into a corner booth, and I could tell from her smile that she had big news to share.
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
“Hanna, you won’t believe it!” Alice said, barely able to contain her excitement. “I’m dating someone really special.”
I nodded. Alice falling in love was a common occurrence. She had a way of quickly getting swept up in new relationships, only for them to fizzle out just as fast.
“That’s great,” I replied, sipping my coffee. “Who’s the lucky guy?”
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
She leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling. “It’s Ethan.”
I froze, the cup halfway to my lips. “Ethan? Our Ethan? My Ethan?”
“Isn’t it amazing?” she gushed. “We met at that wedding a few weeks ago, and it was like magic. We’ve been inseparable ever since.”
My mind was racing, trying to process it. Ethan, the man I had secretly loved for so long, was now dating my sister. It felt like a punch to the gut. But the worst was yet to come.
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
“And guess what?” Alice continued. “Ethan proposed! We’re getting married!”
I felt the world tilt around me. My heart sank, but I forced a smile. “I’m so happy for you, Alice. I will help with the wedding.”
She squeezed my hand. “Thank you, Hanna. You’re the best sister ever.”
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
I nodded, trying to keep my emotions in check. As always, my little sister was the priority. I had to be the supportive sister, even when my heart was breaking.
Returning home, I sought comfort in the familiar routine of wedding planning.
My small space, usually a haven filled with bridesmaid dresses, now felt suffocating. The news of their engagement haunted my thoughts: I couldn’t escape the feeling of betrayal.
That evening, as I sat surrounded by wedding invitations, there was a knock at the door.
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
It was Jake, the journalist who had been covering some of the weddings I planned. He had come for an interview about my life as the most prolific bridesmaid.
“Hey,” Jake greeted me with his sarcastic grin. “Ready to spill the secrets of your bridesmaid empire?”
I managed a weak smile. “Come on in, Jake.”
We sat down, and he started asking questions about my work. His sharp eyes didn’t miss my sadness.
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
“So, you’re in love with your boss?” he remarked suddenly. His tone was a mix of curiosity and sympathy.
“It’s complicated,” I admitted. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes.
Jake’s expression softened. “You know, Hanna, it’s okay to be honest about how you feel. Sometimes you have to put yourself first.”
His words struck a chord. I had spent so much time putting others first, especially Alice. Maybe it was time to consider my own happiness.
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
As Jake left, I felt a spark of hope. It was a glimmer of possibility that perhaps, just perhaps, I could find a way to heal.
But for now, I had a wedding to plan—one that I wished I wasn’t a part of.
As Alice’s wedding preparations began, I threw myself into my duties as her maid of honor. I needed to distract myself from the constant ache in my heart. I accompanied Alice to countless bridal shops, helping her choose the perfect dress.
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
Each fitting felt like a needle prick to my soul, but I smiled through it all. Alice was unaware of my feelings, chattering about her plans.
“What do you think of this one?” Alice twirled in yet another white gown.
“It’s beautiful, Alice. You look stunning,” I replied, forcing enthusiasm into my voice.
Next came the bachelorette party planning. I organized everything down to the last detail, from the venue to the games.
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
It was my way of coping, immersing myself in tasks that left little room for brooding thoughts. I needed to be the supportive sister, no matter how much it hurt.
Jake continued to shadow me for his article. His presence was unexpectedly comforting. His honesty and sharp humor became my outlet for frustrations I couldn’t express to anyone else.
“How do you do it, Hanna?” Jake asked one day. “Always putting others first, even when you’re hurting?”
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
“It’s what I’ve always done,” I shrugged.
Slowly, Jake’s admiration for my strength grew, and so did his feelings for me. His sincerity began to peel away the layers of my guarded heart.
After an exhausting day of wedding prep, Jake and I decided to go out for drinks. We found a quiet bar and settled into a booth.
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
“To surviving another day of wedding madness,” Jake toasted, clinking his glass with mine.
We began sharing stories about our lives. Jake opened up about his cynicism about love, revealing that it stemmed from a past heartbreak.
“I’ve just seen too many relationships fall apart,” he admitted, swirling his drink. “It’s hard to believe in happy endings.”
“I understand,” I said. “But maybe, just maybe, things can turn out differently.”
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
He looked at me with a warmth in his eyes that I hadn’t noticed before. “Maybe they can,” he agreed.
As the night wore on, I saw Jake in a new light. He wasn’t just the sarcastic journalist; he was someone who saw me for who I was. For the first time in weeks, I felt a glimmer of hope.
The evening ended with a sense of promise. While I still had a wedding to plan for my sister, I began to realize that maybe there was a chance for my own happiness too.
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
The venue was decorated beautifully, with flowers and fairy lights twinkling like stars. I moved quickly from one task to another, my clipboard in hand, making sure everything was just right.
Standing beside Alice, watching her marry the man I loved, was a bittersweet mix of pride and sorrow. She looked radiant in her dress, her happiness evident in every smile.
As she and Ethan exchanged vows, I felt a pang in my heart. I couldn’t ignore this ache of unfulfilled love.
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
After the ceremony, the reception was in full swing. Laughter and music filled the air.
I tried to stay busy, but it was hard to keep my emotions in check. Then, I saw Jake approaching me, his expression thoughtful.
“Hey,” he said gently, “You look like you could use a break.”
I nodded, grateful for his presence. “Yeah, sounds good.”
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
We slipped away and found a quiet spot in the garden. The night was cool, and the stars above provided a serene backdrop.
“You deserve someone who sees you for the amazing person you are,” Jake said softly, his eyes full of sincerity. “You deserve happiness, Hanna.”
His words struck a chord deep within me. I realized it was time to prioritize my own happiness.
“Thank you, Jake,” I said, my voice steady. “I needed to hear that.”
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
Returning to the reception, I found Ethan and Alice and congratulated them with genuine warmth. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. Then, I made my way to the dance floor where Jake was waiting.
As we danced, Jake and I shared a genuine, heartfelt moment.
“Hanna, I’ve come to care about you a lot,” he said, looking into my eyes. “I want to be there for you.”
Finally letting go of Ethan, I admitted I felt the same. “I care about you too, Jake.”
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels
The night ended with our kiss under the twinkling lights, symbolizing a new beginning for both of us.
Turns out, being a bridesmaid was just the start of my story. And maybe, just maybe, I could find my own happily ever after.
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This piece is inspired by stories from the everyday lives of our readers and written by a professional writer. Any resemblance to actual names or locations is purely coincidental. All images are for illustration purposes only. Share your story with us; maybe it will change someone’s life. If you would like to share your story, please send it to info@amomama.com.
