The Runaway Bride: The Spoiled Sister Can Have Him

On my wedding day, my family's adopted daughter locked me in the dressing room, slipped into my bridal gown, and walked down the aisle with my fiancé, Chase.

I pounded on the door until my fists bruised, only to hear Chase’s muffled voice from the hallway:

"Elena, the ceremony is just for show. Stella just wanted to know what it feels like to be a bride. We’ll let you out tomorrow when we go to City Hall to sign the papers."

My parents backed him up without hesitation: "You’re the older sister, Elena. You need to indulge your sister. Just stay put."