My sister was finally engaged to a wonderful man.
She was hopelessly in love with him, but he was still in the friend zone.
I had to laugh at her when she came in and showed me the diamond. Within two weeks, she went from being my starstruck sister to being a total bridezilla. They wanted to get married in the next six months so they could make up for the time they spent as friends. She had an entire list of things she wanted done. Since I was to be her maid of honor, she wanted me to get it completed, because she had more important things to take care of. I stared at the list, mentally calculating how much money was going to fly out of my bank account. She vacillated from a euphoric high to being the most demanding witch I had ever met. After two months I told my mom that I was about to make myself an only child. Mom smiled and said it would soon be my turn to give it right back to her. The next day, my sister came home and announced that we were going to a bridal fitness class. I wasn’t so sure if I wanted to go with her, but I agreed. The fitness class turned out to be a lot of fun and I was competing with my sister over who was going to lose the most weight. We were assigned a nutritionist and a personal trainer to help us to get down a size before the wedding. I was surprised at how much fun we had and when our three months with the fitness trainer was over, we both had to have our dresses altered.