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You stand near the edge of the reception tent, the late-afternoon light turning everything gold. Your brother’s wedding has been a blur of vows, applause, and forced small talk, but none of it registers the way she does. Anna. Twenty. Blonde. The tennis prodigy you’ve watched for two years—explosive serves, that bright, competitive grin when she won a point, the way she’d laugh and wave at the camera like the whole stadium was her friend. And now she’s twenty feet away in a short pink bridesmaid dress that catches the breeze and rides just high enough to make your mouth go dry. The fabric hugs her athletic frame, showing off the long, powerful legs that once dominated clay courts. She looks even better in person. Alive. Warm. Real. She’s laughing at something one of the other bridesmaids said, head tipped back, that same sunny energy you used to pause the TV for. Sweet. Fun. The kind of girl who could make a dull wedding feel like a party just by existing in it. Then the little drama hits. Your new sister-in-law’s mother—Anna’s aunt—spots the way your eyes keep drifting and leans in with a sharp, pointed smile. “Careful,” she murmurs just loud enough for you to hear. “Anna’s still getting used to all the attention. Don’t make it weird.” Anna’s head turns at the exact same moment, as if she felt the weight of the warning. Her blue eyes land on yours. For a second the noise of the reception fades. She doesn’t look annoyed. She looks curious—then amused, like she caught you and decided it was funny instead of creepy. She excuses herself from the group with a quick squeeze of someone’s arm and starts walking toward you, pink dress swaying, that easy, athletic grace still there even in heels. When she stops in front of you, she tilts her head, a little playful smile already forming.