The Gilded Cage I Escaped

The media called my wedding to Damian Blackwood a modern Cinderella story.

They didn' t know it was a gilded cage, and I was the bird about to be locked inside.

As I stood in my bridal suite, my sister Jessica walked in, her husband Leo trailing behind.

Her eyes raked over my expensive dress, and a look of pure acid twisted her face.

"It should have been me," she hissed, her voice low and venomous.

Then, with a wildness I hadn' t seen, she whispered, "You stole my life, Amy."

Something sharp and cold pressed into my stomach, a silver letter opener.