My Sister Hijacked My Wedding for Her Pregnancy

I never thought of myself as petty—until my sister Amanda hijacked my wedding to announce her pregnancy. Mark and I had planned to share our own baby news during the reception, but Amanda beat us to the mic with a smug grin and a dramatic toast. I smiled through it, tears threatening to spill, while she soaked in applause. That day, something in me shifted—not into rage, but quiet resolve.

Amanda’s gender reveal was a circus of drama—balloons, DJs, and her usual spotlight-hogging charm. By then, I was five months along with twins, though we hadn’t told anyone. I waited through the confetti and cheers for her “it’s a girl” reveal, then calmly stepped up with two sonogram photos in hand. “Mark and I are expecting twins,” I said. The room gasped. Cheered. Amanda stormed out.

She returned furious. “You stole my moment!” she snapped. I replied sweetly, “Like you did at my wedding?” She screamed—an actual tantrum—and left again, leaving guests chuckling behind her. It wasn’t revenge. It was balance. Finally.

It’s been three months. Amanda’s silent. Mom wants us to apologize. Dad wisely stays out of it. As for me? I sleep well. Because for once, Amanda wasn’t the star. I was. And soon, I’ll have two beautiful reasons to never let her dim my light again.