The 26-year-old bride-to-be spends the year carefully crafting her dream wedding, only to be upstaged by a one-woman tornado of insecurity named Bella. Then Thanksgiving happens, and so does her cousin Bella. Between the turkey and the small talk, Bella casually drops that she's booked a venue for her own wedding two weeks before her cousin's date. She's not even engaged. The confidence is impressive, the awareness nonexistent. Her logic is that it isn't in August, which is technically true, but only by a hair.
It goes downhill fast after that. Bella starts hinting that her cousin's choices are tacky, like saying her banquet hall is too basic or that her ring isn't moral enough. None of this is about planning, it's about posturing. Bella isn't creating a memory, she's creating leverage. She asks questions to collect intel and then uses it to one-up her cousin in front of the family. By dessert, everyone knows something weird is going on, and the whispers around the table sound louder than the clinking glasses.
What this really is, is envy with a Pinterest account. Bella wants the spotlight without doing the work. The cousin who actually got engaged is suddenly treated like the backup act. But the smart move here isn't to fight, it's to focus. Let Bella have her make-believe July celebration. The real thing happens in August, surrounded by people who came for love, not competition.
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