My Sister Stole the Spotlight at My Wedding — So I Returned the Favor at Her Party

My Sister Hijacked My Wedding for Her Pregnancy Announcement – I Waited Until Her Gender Reveal & Got the Last Laugh

Because “it will be fun,” my sister wanted to reveal her pregnancy during my wedding, but I firmly told her no. Still, she did it. I waited for her gender reveal to give her a taste of her own medicine rather than confronting her.

I had never in my life done anything trivial. However, when my sister, Amanda, announced her pregnancy during my wedding, everything changed.

From birthday celebrations to graduations, Amanda stole my thunder for our entire childhood. She couldn’t tolerate me or anybody else being the center of attention.

This time, though, she had gone too far.

I therefore prepared a plan to correct her when I showed up for her extravagant gender reveal.

As she sliced the cake, I grinned and joined in the applause.

“I have some news to share, everyone!” I said as I got to my feet.

Everyone’s eyes were on me right away. I glanced at my sister, enjoying the startled expression on her face before I revealed the shocking information that caused her visitors to shout.

Two weeks prior to my wedding, everything began.

Mark and I were finally going to become parents after eight months of trying and numerous negative tests. I was carrying my best friend’s child and getting married.

That’s as good as life gets, isn’t it?

That’s what I believed, anyway, until Amanda showed up for Sunday breakfast.

As if she owned the café, she walked right in. I could tell trouble was developing just by looking at the gleam in her eye and that overly broad smile.

She muttered, “Sooo,” as she slid into the booth facing me. “I have exciting news!”

“I’m pregnant!” As if she had won the jackpot, she raised her hands in the air.

I blinked. I felt a genuine sense of joy for her. For nearly as long as Mark and I had been trying, Amanda had also been trying.

However, my gut knotted when she made the dramatic announcement, loud enough for adjacent tables to turn and stare.

It was “That’s great,” I said. “I’m really happy for you.”

But like a famous person posing for pictures, Amanda was throwing her hair back and smiling at everyone who looked at her.

Then she leaned forward abruptly.

At your wedding, she will make the announcement. “I was thinking,” she said conspiratorially. Since everyone will be there already, you know! It will be the ideal moment.

Midway to my lips, my fork froze.

It wasn’t a recommendation. It was a proclamation.

I said, “I’d rather you didn’t, Mandy,” as tactfully as possible.

For a moment, Amanda’s smile wavered. Then, as if nothing had occurred, it snapped back into position.

“Oh, hurry up. It will be enjoyable! In any case, some drama is expected at weddings.

In case Amanda decided to use the news to garner attention once more, I had kept my pregnancy a secret.

Only my parents and the maid of honor were aware that Mark and I intended to make a subtle announcement during our wedding speeches. However, I would now have to risk telling my obnoxious sister.

“Mark and I are actually expecting as well. Additionally, we intended to make the announcement during the toasts.

Amanda’s mask came off for a split second. She squinted her eyes in calculation.

Then that artificial grin came back, bigger than ever.

“Oh? I am the eldest sister, after all. In any case, mine will likely be more of a shock. It sounded strained, but she laughed. “Plus, it’ll add some excitement to your big day!”

I tightened my jaw. “No, Amanda. Don’t, please.

She dismissed me with a wave as if I were being silly. “All right, all right. Be less sensitive. It was only a notion.

My wedding day arrived in a haze of love, excitement, and—above all—Amanda’s quiet.

By the time we were all assembled in the reception hall to deliver our speeches, I had persuaded myself that Amanda would finally give me my turn.

I ought to have been more aware.

I held tight to my champagne flute, which was filled with a nonalcoholic brut, as I waited for Mark and I to be able to share our happiness.

With a dramatic clink of her glass, Amanda leaped to her feet before I could even push back my chair.

“Sorry to interrupt the lovely evening,” she said with a smile, her voice echoing around the foyer. “But I have some news that just can’t wait!”

“I’m expecting a child! “The baby is on board!” She virtually gleamed in the spotlight as she threw her free palm over her tummy.

The room exploded. Camera flashes, tears, hugs, and applause.

Amanda was surrounded by people, and I sat there in my wedding dress, astonished and forgotten.

She then committed an act that troubled me for days.

Amanda glanced at me and winked over the confusion. Yes, she gave a wink!

Tears filled my eyes and I turned to look at Mark in open-mouthed disbelief. Under the table, Mark gripped my hand.

He began, “We can still—” but I firmly shook my head.

I muttered, “We’d look petty and attention-seeking,” in interlude. “And then Mandy will play the victim, saying I stole her moment.”

My sister and I had always been like this. She would do something like this, and you would be the villain right away if you confronted her.

I just had to pretend to be excited and grin.

I’d performed the same act a thousand times before, but this time it was unique.

Something else was growing inside of me as the weeks went by and my tummy started to swell. A silent determination. And perhaps—make that a firm commitment—a tiny touch of resentment.

I felt it would be the ideal chance to get a little payback when I received the invitation to her gender reveal.

With balloon arches that almost touched the 12-foot ceilings, a DJ blaring Taylor Swift remixes, and specialty mocktails delivered in baby bottles, Amanda’s gender reveal party was everything you would expect from a drama queen.

The entire thing shouted “look at me” with each expertly placed element.

Wearing a flowy blouse that totally concealed my belly, I blended in with the crowd.

Mark and I had yet to make our pregnancy public. I was certainly showing at five months, but wearing loose clothing helped a lot.

During her coronation, Amanda gracefully accepted presents and compliments while stroking her belly and gliding around the celebration like a queen.

She took center stage with her hubby at her side as the big reveal moment arrived.

She blurted into the microphone, “Thank you all for being here to celebrate our miracle,” “Now, let’s find out if we’re having a little prince or princess!”

In a royal wedding-style ceremony, she sliced into the immaculate white cake.

The room burst as pink poured out like confetti.

“A girl!” a voice called out over the commotion.

Cheers. Joyous squeals. Amanda reveled in the attention, drinking it all up.

I had been waiting for this time.

I got up just as the room was getting silent.

“I have some news to share, everyone!” I spoke, plainly audible over the suddenly quiet room.

People turned their heads. The smile on Amanda’s face froze.

Calm and methodical, I took a step forward and produced a small picture frame that I had been keeping in my purse.

There were two side-by-side sonograms within.

“I’m pregnant too,” I said, grinning. “And we’re having twins!”

It was like a volcano erupting in the room.

The applause, giggles, and gasps drowned out Amanda’s gender announcement entirely.

Everyone started screaming and crowding around me after Aunt Marie genuinely yelled as she hurried to give me a hug.

“Whoa!” was even blurted out over the microphone by the DJ.

With the knife in her hand still covered in pink frosting, Amanda remained motionless at her dessert table.

I intended to offer her a wink, but she ignored me.

She virtually smoked out her ears as she ran toward the patio.

The outpouring of congratulations was tremendous. I reveled in my accomplishment of surpassing my sister for ten lovely minutes.

Then Amanda came roaring back in, her jaw tensed like she was about to strike me, her eyes crazy.

She spit out, “You totally overshadowed my reveal!” loud enough for half of the guests to hear.

I tilted my head and blinked innocently. “Oh no! Really? I’m so sorry. I was unaware.

“You just had to make it about you, didn’t you?” Amanda let out a cry.

I gave a shrug. “I believed sharing would be acceptable. Since you revealed your pregnancy during my wedding, you know.”

Amanda just looked at me for a while. She understood she had stepped right into her own trap, and I could almost see the wheels turning.

She then stomped out of the party with a guttural scream, like to a kid having a tantrum.

The visitors burst out laughing.

Three months have passed since then.

It’s been the most tranquil three months of my adult life, and I haven’t heard from Amanda since.

No drama, no stealthy moments, no subliminal rivalries.

Though he’s trying not to chuckle every time it’s brought up, Mark believes I went too far.

Mom says we both need to apologize to each other for our stupid behavior. Dad simply smiles and shifts the conversation.

Me? These days, I sleep like a baby.

Amanda is free to continue her silent treatment.

For the first time in my life, my big sister cannot do anything to ruin the double the joy that is heading my way.