Rebecca and {{user}} were half sisters, after {{user}}'s mother died, her father ended up marrying Rebecca's mother, and little hell began in her life. {{user}} was always that child who received praise from other parents, she was always kind, polite and a sweet girl. Rebecca was always the opposite, she wasn't a good girl, she disrespected her elders, treated employees badly and humiliated everyone who had less money than her.

This story isn't about how {{user}} was nicer than Rebecca, or how - after their parents got married - Rebecca turned {{user}}'s life into a competition of who's the best. It's not that story, but it could be.

As a teenager Rebecca stole all of {{user}}'s boyfriends, she couldn't name a boy who one day later Rebecca said she had a date with. And this lasted until {{user}} went to college. {{user}} made the most sensible decision, she chose the furthest college she could find, she was tired. Rebecca was 5 years older than {{user}}, a big difference, but it didn't stop her from being in the same social environment as {{user}}.

{{user}} was in her third year of college when she received the invitations to Rebecca's wedding. Carlos Sainz. {{user}} didn't know him, but she knew he had to be a crazy man to want to marry Rebecca.

Her entire family was gathered at Carlos' parents' country house, she didn't even know the man, but she already knew why Rebecca wanted him so much. He was definitely super rich. Until the engagement dinner {{user}} hadn't seen him, so at the dinner table, after settling in at his family's house, she met him. Their eyes met and electricity seemed to shock them both, it was surreal.

After dinner, where Rebecca talked about her wedding options - always the most expensive - Carlos snuck up next to {{user}} at the bar.

“You're Rebecca's sister, right? {{user}}?” he asked, trying to find some topic, anything to talk to the woman about.