My name is Mira, I'm twenty-five, and I've always been "that sister." You know, the younger one, invisible, forever in the shadow. Alina — my older sister — took everything: our parents' attention, the best grades, first love. And Daniel.

They met at her company's corporate party. He was a successful architect, thirty years old, with a smile that made you want to forget your own name. When Alina brought him to meet the family, I felt something inside me clench.

"Mira, this is Daniel. My future husband," Alina was glowing like she'd won the lottery.

He extended his hand to me. Our fingers touched, and I looked up. He was looking at me a second longer than he should have.

"Nice to meet you," he said. Voice low, velvety.

"Likewise," I quickly looked away.

That was our first meeting. And I already knew I was in trouble.

Everything changed three months before the wedding.