Our Love is Like a Dead Tree Blooming

The Parker Manor was festooned in joy.

My eldest sister, Emma Parker, was wearing a marvelous wedding dress with a variety of gems, and she looked amazing.

The groom was the prince, Benjamin Collins, who was handsome and elegant, exuding a rare nobility and majesty.

People praised them, saying they were a perfect match.

But no one knew that the prince had originally chosen me, Stella Parker, as his wife.