My Entitled Daughter Stole My Wedding, but I Didn’t Let It Slide

On the day of Mabel and Adam’s wedding, they’re stuck in a limousine as they crawl along the freeway, thanks to traffic. Instead of keeping her mother’s guests entertained, Mabel’s daughter, Amanda, takes over the wedding, stealing the limelight. Will Mabel retaliate at the wedding or just let Amanda learn her lesson another way?

Weddings are supposed to be magical, right? An entire day dedicated to the culmination of love, months of planning, and a chance to stand with your person, promising to be with them forever…

That was the dream, at least, until my daughter Amanda turned it into an absolute nightmare.

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A beautiful wedding setting | Source: Midjourney

Sigh.

It started with traffic, of course. My fiancé Adam and I were stuck on the freeway in our limousine, trapped in a sea of brake lights thanks to an overturned truck miles ahead. We weren’t too worried about the traditions. We were both married before, so seeing each other before the ceremony was the least of our concerns.

“Time, please, Ben?” I called through the intercom for our driver.

A couple sitting in a limousine | Source: Midjourney

A couple sitting in a limousine | Source: Midjourney

“It’s difficult to say, Mabel,” he said. “But I’m trying to gap in whenever I can! I will get you and Adam down the aisle!”

We were definitely going to be late.

“Love, call Amanda,” Adam said, his jaw tight as he tapped on the seat. “Tell her to sort out the guests, just get the band going and keep people entertained.”

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A man holding his head | Source: Midjourney

I dialed my daughter, already feeling the pressure. She picked up on the second ring.

“Hey, sweetie,” I said the moment she answered. “We’re stuck in traffic. There has been an accident, so everything is at a standstill. Can you make sure everything’s running smoothly at the venue? We’ll be about 30 minutes or so. Adam said to get the band playing.”

“Of course, Mommy!” Amanda chirped, her voice syrupy sweet. “Don’t you worry about a thing other than getting here. I’ve got everything else handled. Be safe!”

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A smiling woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

I exhaled, letting her assurance calm my nerves. But not ten minutes later, my phone buzzed. It was my sister, Jess.

Her voice was frantic.

“Sis, you have to come here now! It’s Amanda, she…” her voice trailed off before the call cut off.

“She’s what?” I muttered, immediately redialing, but it went straight to voicemail. A heavy pit settled in my stomach, but there was nothing we could do except crawl forward in the traffic.

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A woman using a phone | Source: Midjourney

“What do you think Jess meant? What do you think is going on?” I asked Adam after filling him in.

“Oh, honey,” he said. “Honestly, I’m sure Amanda picked up a mic and is trying to sing with the band.”

When we finally pulled up to the venue half an hour later, nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. Amanda stood on the steps, her face glowing as she held a bouquet of ivory roses. She was in a wedding dress. It was white and simple, but it was definitely a wedding dress.

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A smiling young couple | Source: Midjourney

Our photographers swarmed around her, cameras clicking as she posed with a dazzling smile. And next to her stood Kyle, her boyfriend of barely a year, looking dazed and uncomfortable in a suit.

I felt my heart stop.

“What the hell is going on?” I yelled, storming up the stairs.

Amanda turned to me, her expression a mix of surprise and amusement.

An upset bride | Source: Midjourney

An upset bride | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, Mommy!” she gushed. “I’m so sad you missed the ceremony! It was lovely!”

My jaw dropped.

“My ceremony? You had my ceremony? You stole my ceremony? Amanda, are you out of your damn mind?”

“Well,” she said, brushing imaginary dust off her dress. “I thought since you were late, we couldn’t let the time go to waste. Everything was already set up, and the officiant needed to get going. You know how much I hate delays. So… I married Kyle!”

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A smiling bride | Source: Midjourney

The audacity of it left me speechless. My beautiful ceremony, the one Adam and I had dreamed of and planned for months… it was all gone. It had been hijacked by my own daughter.

“You’ll get married another day!” she chirped, as if she hadn’t just crushed my heart. “Now, Kyle and I are going to do the final walk down to the reception hall. The guests are going to throw the rice and confetti. Do you want to join?”

I shook my head.

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Confetti being thrown on a couple | Source: Midjourney

Adam came up behind me, his face a mix of fury and heartbreak. He had spent so much time trying to bond and build a relationship with Amanda that I knew her behavior had broken his heart, too.

“Say the word, love,” he said. “Say the word, Mabel, and I’ll shut this down right now.”

I looked at Amanda, the girl I raised, who was now staring at me with infuriating smugness. My fists clenched. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to fight her, to take back what she had stolen.

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A frowning man | Source: Midjourney

But I exhaled slowly.

“She’s still my daughter,” I muttered to Adam. “Don’t. I’ll teach her a lesson another way.”

The reception was a surreal experience. Amanda flounced through the room, acting like the star of a fairy tale, completely oblivious to the devastation she’d caused.

My family and friends came around between courses, asking what had really happened.

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A crowd of people at a wedding reception | Source: Midjourney

“Mabel, we thought it was your wedding, dear,” my aunt said. “You were supposed to get your happy ending. What is this about Amanda getting married? We didn’t know that she was even seeing someone!”

“I don’t know, Aunt Joy,” I said. “I’m just as surprised as you are.”

When dessert rolled around, Amanda even had the nerve to cut into the cake we’d ordered, complete with the beautiful sugar flowers.

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A beautiful wedding cake | Source: Midjourney

Jess pulled me aside at one point, her eyes blazing.

“That daughter of yours pulled my phone away while I was talking to you. And then she locked me in the bathroom during the ceremony! I couldn’t do anything else about it! Why didn’t you stop her when you got here?”

“Because,” I said, a smile curling my lips. “Revenge is best served cold.”

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

The real kicker came later that evening. Amanda knocked on our hotel room door, smiling as if nothing had happened.

Adam and I were sitting on the bed, eating our way through the room service dessert menu.

“So,” she said, leaning against the cupboard in the room. “Kyle and I need your tickets to Chile for the honeymoon. I mean, there’s no point in you guys using them after all.”

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A couple sitting in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney

Adam froze. I swear, I saw his hand twitch toward the night light like he was ready to throw it.

But I smiled, keeping my voice calm.

“Of course, sweetie. You can have the tickets. You and Kyle deserve some fun.”

A smiling bride in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney

A smiling bride in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney

Amanda squealed, hugged me, stole a strawberry from one of the plates, and let herself out.

“What the hell, Mabel?” Adam asked. “Really? She’s taking our honeymoon too? We worked so hard for all of this. Our wedding, our honeymoon, all of it. And for what? For Amanda to behave like a brat?”

“I know you’re upset,” I said. “But honey, trust me. She’s going to learn a lesson. Two days from now, you’ll see.”

An upset man in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney

An upset man in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney

And just like clockwork, Amanda phoned two mornings later, her voice anything but cheerful.

“How could you do this to me, Mom?!” she screamed.

I smirked, cradling the phone to my ear.

“Amanda, darling, is something wrong?”

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“Wrong?” she shouted. “You gave me tickets to the Arctic! We’re stuck in the middle of nowhere, freezing, and there’s nothing to do!”

I bit back a laugh. The tickets had been for Chile, technically. But they were only a layover on the way to our real destination: an Arctic expedition. Glacier hikes, frigid waters, and polar bear sightings.

It was our dream trip. But Amanda? She hated the cold. Luxury resorts and tropical beaches were more her style.

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

Classic Amanda. She had never bothered to check the full itinerary.

“You asked for the tickets, Amanda,” I said.

“But what must I do?” she whined.

“You’re a married woman now. Figure it out.”

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

She hung up on me, already muttering a series of curses. And I couldn’t stop grinning.

Meanwhile, Adam and I made new plans. My sister and our closest friends rallied together to throw us the most beautiful wedding celebration at Jess’s house a week later.

They handled everything, from catering to decorations, and it was even more perfect than I could have imagined.

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Beautiful wedding decor | Source: Midjourney

This time, Amanda wasn’t invited. And do you know what made everything so special? The gifts.

Since Amanda had hijacked my original wedding, all the presents went to us. A brand-new espresso machine, luxury linens, and an all-expenses-paid spa weekend from Adam’s older brother.

It was like karma had gift-wrapped itself for us.

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A coffee machine in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

When Amanda found out, she had another meltdown.

“Mom, you stole my wedding gifts?” she shouted over the phone. “Everything was supposed to be left at the wedding venue until we got back from our honeymoon.”

“I think you should stop talking,” I said.

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“Mom, you ruined everything for me!” she cried. “I can’t believe you stole my damn gifts.”

“Amanda,” I began, laughing. “Your gifts? You stole my wedding. Consider this a fair trade.”

Adam, at the espresso machine, doubled over and laughed.

As for Amanda’s new marriage to Kyle?

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A man laughing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

From what I hear, it’s already on the rocks. Jess told me later that Kyle looked downright miserable during the wedding ceremony. And I had seen that for myself during the reception. He had avoided Adam and me completely.

“That boy’s in for a rough ride with her,” Jess said when she came over for tea and cake a few days later.

Amanda might have stolen my fairy-tale wedding, but her happily-ever-after was already on thin ice.

Cake and tea on a table | Source: Midjourney

Cake and tea on a table | Source: Midjourney

As for Adam and me? We’re better than ever. We did go on our Arctic honeymoon, and it was breathtaking.

Some lessons, I guess, are best learned the hard way. Amanda might never admit it, but I like to think she’s realized that entitlement comes at a cost.

And if not? Well, let’s just say I’ll always have the satisfaction of knowing she outsmarted herself.

Karma, after all, has a way of evening the score.

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A smiling couple | Source: Midjourney

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My Cousin Intentionally Sewed My Wedding Dress 2 Sizes Smaller – She Was Shocked When She Saw What I Did with It

When Jess and Michael get engaged, her cousin Sarah decided to sew her wedding dress for her as a gift. But during the final fitting, Jess discovers that the wedding dress is two sizes too small. Will Sarah fix her error, or will Jess have to take things into her own hands?

My cousin Sarah and I have always had a complicated relationship. She’s loud and bubbly, but also the type of person who craves the spotlight. And because of that, our entire family gave her the attention she wanted. It made more sense to shine the spotlight on Sarah, rather than ourselves.

When Michael and I got engaged after being together for four years, my whole family seemed genuinely excited for me.

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A couple standing together | Source: Midjourney

Sarah even got all of our girl cousins together, along with my best friends, for a night out. Ending in an Airbnb where we continued the party, because I was the first of us to get engaged.

During that night out, Sarah came up to me, a glass of champagne in her hand.

“Jess! I have a great idea!” she said.

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A smiling woman holding a glass of champagne | Source: Midjourney

“What?” I asked. “What do you want to do?”

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

My Daughter and the Neighbor’s Daughter Look like Sisters – I Thought My Husband Was Cheating, but the Truth Was Much Worse

When a new family moved in next door, the eerie resemblance between their daughter and my own sent me spiraling into suspicion. Could my husband be hiding an affair? I had to confront him, but the truth turned out to be far darker than I imagined.

There they were, Emma and Lily, twirling in our backyard like twin sunflowers chasing the light. Their laughter rang out, a perfect harmony that should’ve warmed my heart. Instead, it sent a chill down my spine.

Two girls playing outside | Source: Midjourney

Two girls playing outside | Source: Midjourney

I squinted, trying to spot a difference — any difference — between my daughter and our new neighbor’s kid. But it was like looking at two copies of the same photograph. Same golden curls catching the sunlight, the same button nose, and the same mischievous glint in their eyes.

The only obvious way I could tell my Emma from Lily was the inch or so height difference between them.

“Heather?” Jack’s voice snapped me out of my trance. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

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A man frowning slightly | Source: Midjourney

I forced a smile as I glanced back at my husband. “Just thinking.”

About how our perfect little world might be built on quicksand, I didn’t add.

Jack gave me a puzzled look, but then Emma ran over and grabbed his hand.

“Come push Lily and me on the swing, Dad!” she cried.

“Uh… sure, sweetie.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes as he let Emma lead him over to the swing, where Lily was already waiting.

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A man walking with his daughter | Source: Midjourney

“Can I go first, pleeease?” Lily asked.

“Okay, but then it’s Emma’s turn,” Jack replied.

As he helped Lily onto the swing, I couldn’t help but notice how natural they looked together. Like father and daughter. The thought made my stomach churn.

Later that night, after tucking Emma in, I found myself staring at old photo albums. I flipped through pages of Emma’s baby pictures, searching for some feature that screamed “Jack’s genes.”

“What are you doing?” Jack’s voice made me jump.

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A woman looking at a photo album | Source: Midjourney

He stood in the doorway, confusion etched on his face.

I snapped the album shut. “Nothing. Just… reminiscing.”

“Reminiscing…” he repeated, frowning slightly as he glanced over my shoulder at the photo album on my lap.

I could see the questions in his eyes. Questions he didn’t ask. Just like I didn’t ask about the growing distance between us, or why he always changed the subject when I mentioned our new neighbors.

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A concerned man | Source: Midjourney

Days turned into weeks, and my suspicions grew like weeds in a neglected garden. Every shared laugh between Jack and Lily, and every nervous glance when I mentioned the neighbors. It all fed the gnawing doubt in my gut.

One sleepless night, I couldn’t take it anymore. I rolled over in bed, facing Jack.

“Is Lily your daughter?” I blurted out.

The words hung in the air like smoke, acrid and suffocating. Jack’s body went rigid.

A woman lying in bed | Source: Midjourney

A woman lying in bed | Source: Midjourney

“What?” He turned slowly, his face a mask of shock. “Heather, what are you talking about? Where does this come from?”

“Don’t play dumb, Jack. The girls are identical. And you’ve been acting weird ever since Lily and her family moved in.” My voice cracked. “Just tell me the truth. Did you have an affair?”

Jack sat up, running a hand through his hair. “This is insane. Of course, I didn’t have an affair! I made a promise to you before God. How can you think I would break that?”

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A man in bed | Source: Midjourney

“Then why won’t you talk about them? Why do you clam up every time I mention Lily?”

He hung his head. His silence spoke volumes. I could almost hear the gears turning in his head, weighing truths and lies.

“I can’t… I can’t talk about this right now,” he finally muttered, swinging his legs off the bed.

“Jack, don’t you dare walk away from me!”

But he was already out the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts and fears.

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A bedroom door | Source: Pexels

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed and a note on the nightstand. “Gone to work early. We’ll talk tonight.”

Classic Jack, avoiding confrontation.

I spent the day in a fog, going through the motions of normalcy while my mind raced. By afternoon, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed answers, and I knew just where to get them.

“Emma, sweetie,” I called out. “Why don’t you go play with Lily for a bit?”

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A woman in her kitchen | Source: Midjourney

Emma eagerly ran off out the door. I waited an hour before I followed, my heart pounding. I knocked on the neighbor’s door, plastering on my best “neighborhood mom” smile.

Lily’s father answered, his easy grin faltering slightly when he saw me. “Hey, it’s Heather, right? It’s so good to finally meet you! Please, come in. I’m Ryan. Emma’s out back with Lily if you’re looking for her.”

“I am… could you call her, please?”

The moment Ryan’s back was turned, I started searching through his living room.

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A living room | Source: Pexels

There were numerous framed photos of Ryan and Lily with people who generally shared Ryan’s dark hair and olive skin tones. His family, I guessed. But why were there no photos of Lily’s mom?

Come to think of it, why had I never seen Lily’s mom?

I peeked down the hallway. That’s when a large photo of a blonde woman hanging on the wall upstairs caught my eye. Without thinking, I hurried up the stairs.

“What are you doing?”

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A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

I turned and spotted Ryan frowning up at me. A million excuses whirled through my mind, but they all caught in my throat. I had to find out the truth.

“Is that Lily’s mom? Where is she?”

Ryan flinched. “Yeah… that’s Mary. She’s no longer with us.”

“Because of Jack?” I trotted down the stairs. “They had an affair, didn’t they? And that’s why Lily and Emma look so much alike, isn’t it?”

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A woman near a staircase | Source: Midjourney

Ryan’s eyes went wide with horror and he shook his head. “God, no. Didn’t Jack tell you anything?”

“No! He didn’t,” I exclaimed. “But you seem to know exactly what’s going on here, so please, just tell me!”

“Mommy?”

Lily and Emma were standing at the end of the hall, worried looks on their near-identical faces.

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Two girls | Source: Midjourney

“Everything’s okay, girls.” Ryan smiled at them. “Me and Heather are going to talk a bit so why don’t you guys go back outside and carry on playing?”

I nodded to Emma. “I’ll call you in a little while.”

The girls exchanged a wary look but didn’t argue.

“Come, sit down.” Ryan beckoned to me as he walked into the living room. “I’ll tell you everything, Heather.”

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A man | Source: Midjourney

“First of all, Jack and Mary didn’t have an affair,” Ryan said as we sat across from each other. “The reason Lily and Emma look alike is because they both take after their grandmother. My Mary was Jack’s sister.”

“Sister?” I shook my head. “Jack never mentioned having a sister.”

“Mary was a troubled kid. The family disowned her. They didn’t even come to our wedding. Jack was the only one who even took the time to send a message saying he wouldn’t be attending.”

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A serious man | Source: Midjourney

The room spun as Ryan’s words sank in. Jack had a sister I never knew about. A sister who was Lily’s mother.

“Where is she now?”

“She passed away last year,” Ryan murmured. “That’s why we moved here. I wanted Lily to have some connection to her mom’s family.”

I put my head in my hands. Everything I thought I knew about my life, about Jack, was crumbling around me.

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A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

“I’m so sorry,” Ryan continued. “I thought you knew. Jack… he’s been struggling with this. He feels guilty about not reconnecting with Mary before she died.”

I nodded numbly, my mind reeling. Jack came from a conservative family and I knew they’d had some arguments in the past, but nothing like this!

A familiar sound caught my attention. I looked up just in time to spot Jack’s car driving into our garage next door.

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A car | Source: Pexels

“I… I need to go. Please, keep Emma here a while longer?”

Ryan had followed my gaze, but now he nodded. “Sure. You and Jack have a lot to talk about. She can stay here as long as you guys need.”

The walk home felt like miles. By the time I reached our front door, my anger had cooled, replaced by a hollow ache.

Jack was in the kitchen, staring out the window at the girls playing in Ryan’s backyard. When he turned to me, his eyes were red-rimmed.

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A man standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“Heather, I need to tell you something—”

I held up a hand, cutting him off. “I know, Jack. About Mary. About Lily.”

His face crumpled. “I’m so sorry. I should have told you.”

“Why didn’t you?” The question came out softer than I expected.

Jack slumped into a chair.

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A man in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“I was ashamed. My family… they like to think they’re good people, but the way they treated Mary… I couldn’t face it. Couldn’t admit that I’d abandoned my sister.”

I sat across from him, reaching for his hand. “But why keep it from me?”

“I thought I could protect you from that part of my life. Protect Emma.” He laughed bitterly. “Instead, I almost ruined everything.”

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A sad man | Source: Midjourney

We talked for hours, Jack finally unburdening himself of years of family secrets and shame. With each revelation, I felt the distance between us shrinking.

As the sun began to set, Emma and Lily’s laughter drifted through the open window. Jack and I moved to watch them, two golden heads bobbing in the fading light light sunflowers.

I leaned into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart. The girls still looked like two copies of the same photograph, but now I understood the deeper truth behind their resemblance.

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Two girls playing outside | Source: Midjourney

The girls’ near identical appearance wasn’t a sign of betrayal, but of healing: a second chance for a broken family.

Emma and Lily’s laughter rang out again as they twirled away in the backyard, and it sounded like a promise of new beginnings. And this time, the sound didn’t chill me. Instead, it warmed my heart.

Here’s another story: When Mara returns home early from a business trip, she expects to surprise her husband and son with gifts. Instead, she discovers her son lying on the floor and her husband absent. As the chilling truth unravels, Mara must make a life-changing decision. 

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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