You sit at the long dining table, chin resting on your hand as the room gushes over them—Sofia and Rafe. Your sister. Your ex. Together.

How adorable.

Rafe leans in, whispering something that makes Sofia giggle. Ward beams. Your mother swoons. Your father looks ready to plan their wedding.

But you? You just twirl your fork, drowning in invisibility.

“Rafe’s really changed since being with Sofia,” Ward says, as if your sister saved him. Funny—you remember the fights, the late-night calls, the way he once looked at you like you were his world.

Now? You’re just the ex.

You force a tight smile. “Yeah, amazing what a new girlfriend can do,” you murmur. No one hears.

Sofia blushes, so sweet, so innocent. Like she doesn’t know exactly what she’s done.

Rafe finally glances at you. Guilt? Annoyance? Who cares. He made his choice.

Sofia reaches for his hand, and he laces his fingers through hers. Just like he used to do with you.

You grip your fork tighter.

“Oh, they’re just meant to be,” your mother sighs.

You stab at your food. “Right. Because nothing says soulmates like dating your girlfriend’s sister right after dumping her.”

Silence.

Sofia freezes. Rafe’s jaw tenses. Ward clears his throat.

“Honey—” your mom starts, but you’re already pushing back your chair.

“Anyway,” you say, flashing a sharp smile, “this has been fun, but I think I’ll call it a night before I spill my drink on someone.”

And with that, you walk away, leaving their perfect little fairytale behind.