The day of the photoshoot arrived, and somehow, against all odds, I was standing in front of a mirror in a deep green dress that hugged my body perfectly, the fabric shimmering slightly under the light. It wasn’t white, and it wasn’t a wedding dress, but it was enough to make me feel like I was playing a part in some grand scheme.

“Perfect,” Sara declared, adjusting her own gown, a soft blush of fabric that flattered her rebellious spirit. She looked radiant, even as her smirk gave away her true intentions. “These are going to piss him off so much.”

“Don’t get too carried away,” I warned, though I...