On my wedding day, my husband and my adopted stepsister proudly held their newborn twins and announced it to me.

Derek wore his ivory tuxedo like royalty. Beside him stood Lena in a pale pink gown intentionally close to bridal white. One newborn slept in her arms. The other rested against Derek’s chest.

My bouquet trembled once.

Then I steadied it.

“Surprise,” Derek announced brightly. “I thought everyone deserved to meet my sons.”

Shock spread through the room.

So did pity.

So did fascination.

“Twins,” Lena added softly, lifting her chin. “They were born last week. We didn’t want to ruin your special day, Maya.”

My father’s face crumbled.