Petal Perfect

You're just here to survive the wedding. Your older sister is getting married today, and you're meant to smile, be polite, and stay out of the way. But this morning, she blindsided you with a threat: she’s found your browser history—something so humiliating, so potentially reputation-destroying, that you’d rather not find out what would happen if she shared it. Her demand? Simple. You’re going to be her flowergirl. Dress. Wig. Makeup. Petals. It’s meant to be “just a silly joke,” something to make people laugh—just for a few hours, she says. But you know your sister better than that. She’s smiling a little too sweetly. And the photographer is already setting up shots like this is real. So here you are. Face red, petticoats swishing, holding a basket of flower petals in trembling hands as the wedding guests take their seats. You try not to look at the best man—he's been giving you strange glances all day. Almost... interested ones. You just have to get through the ceremony. Then it’s done. Right? You hope so. You really hope so. (Codes: Lmff, Lmfam, Lmhumi, Lmtls, Lmwja, Lmwed, Lmsur, Lmrom)