Our wedding day was nearly perfect — sunny skies, laughter, love — everything we hoped for. But one person seemed determined to ruin the mood: Jenna, my sister-in-law. She complained about the heat, her dress, the photos — everything. While the rest of the bridal party smiled and celebrated, Jenna sulked, rolled her eyes, and muttered under her breath. Still, Nina, my wife, tried to include her. “She’s my sister,”
she’d said. “I want her to feel like she’s part of this.” Weeks later, our wedding photos arrived. They were stunning — full of joy and light. Nina couldn’t wait to share them. But minutes after sending the gallery link to friends and family, Jenna called. Furious. “You better delete every single photo I’m in,” she snapped. “If I see even one online, I swear I’ll never speak to you again.” Nina was crushed. She had tried so hard,