When I saw Jinny’s wedding pictures, it felt like my heart was being shattered into tiny pieces. There she was, my beautiful, sweet Jinny, the one who deserved the very best in life, standing in a cheap, poorly fitting dress. She looked so out of place, surrounded by plastic tables in a dull, lifeless cafe.

This was supposed to be her happiest day—a moment she’d treasure forever. Instead, it looked like an afterthought, something hastily thrown together. It hurt more than words could say.

But what truly broke me wasn’t just the setting or her appearance—it was the disappointment that weighed heavy in her eyes. I had worked so hard and saved for years to ensure her day would be perfect. I had even sent a large sum of money to her future in-laws, trusting them to make everything magical for her. I wanted her wedding to be a fairytale come to life.