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Hi, I'm Nicole. Three hours before my brother's wedding ceremony was supposed to begin, I stood in the bridal suite holding a crumpled piece of paper that made my hands shake. It was a fake invoice with my business name on it, claiming I'd failed to deliver the wedding invitations and programs.

Brandon had just announced to the entire wedding party that I was the reason half the guests didn't know the ceremony had been moved to an earlier time. He looked me dead in the eye and said, Before we jump back in, tell us where you're tuning in from, and if this story touches you, make sure you're subscribed—because tomorrow, I've saved something extra special for you!

"Some people just can't handle real responsibility, can they? " What he didn't know was that I'd been handling something much bigger than he could imagine, and his little stunt was about to cost him everything he'd dreamed of for this day. The morning light filtered through the plantation shutters of my apartment in downtown Charleston, casting long shadows across the hardwood floors. I'd been awake since four thirty, not because I wanted to be, but because my phone had been buzzing nonstop with text messages from family members asking about wedding details I supposedly hadn't communicated.

Each message felt like a small paper cut, individually harmless but collectively exhausting. I padded to the kitchen in my silk pajamas, the ones I'd treated myself to after landing my biggest client last month. The coffee maker gurgled to life, filling the space with the rich aroma that usually helped me think clearly. But this morning, clarity felt elusive. Brandon's wedding was today, and somehow I'd become the family scapegoat before the sun had even fully risen.

My phone buzzed again. This time it was my mother, Patricia, her message short and sharp the way they'd become over the past few months. "Nicole, Mrs. Caldwell is asking about the programs again. Please tell me you actually ordered them. " I stared at the message, confusion mixing with hurt. I'd delivered the programs to Riverside Gardens Event Center myself three days ago, along with the welcome bags, ceremony programs, and reception menus I'd designed pro bono as my wedding gift to Brandon and Vanessa.

The programs had been perfect. Elegant cream cardstock with navy blue lettering, featuring a custom monogram I'd spent hours perfecting. Vanessa had actually cried when she saw the mock-up, telling me it was exactly what she'd envisioned but couldn't afford from the high-end stationery company she'd originally wanted to use.