Everyone in my family was invited to my cousin’s wedding — except me. I showed up anyway, thinking it was a mistake. But when my cousin pulled me aside and told me the real reason she didn’t want me there… I swear, I’ve never felt anything hit me like that.
I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, smoothing down the lilac fabric of my new dress. The subtle sparkles caught the light as I turned, a small smile playing on my lips. For once, I felt pretty and wanted.
Portrait of a gorgeous woman in a lilac dress | Source: Midjourney
“Kylie, are you ready?” Mom called from downstairs. “We need to leave in 10 minutes!”
“Almost!” I shouted back, giving my curled hair one final spritz of hairspray.
This was Debra’s big day. She was my cousin, my childhood best friend, and practically my sister growing up. I couldn’t wait to see her walk down the aisle.
My phone buzzed with a text from my sister, Emma.
“Already at the venue. Where are you guys?”
I typed back quickly: “On our way. Save me a seat!”
Little did I know, there wouldn’t be a seat for me at all.
A delighted woman looking at her phone | Source: Midjourney
“You look beautiful, sweetie,” Dad said as I descended the stairs. “That dress is worth every penny of your babysitting money.”
I twirled, feeling the fabric swish around my knees. “Thanks, Dad. I wanted to look nice for Debra’s photos.”
Mom smiled, ushering us toward the door. “Let’s go celebrate her wedding!”
“I can’t believe Debra is actually getting married,” I said, sliding into the backseat of our sedan. “Seems like just yesterday we were playing dress-up with her mom’s clothes.”
“You girls grew up too fast,” Mom sighed, adjusting her necklace in the rearview mirror. “Time flies.”
Dad turned the key in the ignition. “Let’s make some new memories today.”
If only he knew what kind of memories we’d be making.
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The venue was stunning. A renovated barn with fairy lights strung across wooden beams, and white roses and baby’s breath adorned every surface. Guests in formal wear milled about, champagne flutes in hand.
I spotted my brother, Ryan, near the entrance and waved.
“Hey, sis,” he said, ruffling my hair. “You look nice.”
I swatted his hand away. “Don’t mess up my curls! I spent forever on them.”
“Have you seen Debra yet?” Mom asked.
Ryan shook his head. “Emma’s with the bridal party. I think they’re in some room in the back.”
I fidgeted with excitement. “I’m going to say hi before the ceremony.”
An excited woman in a wedding venue | Source: Midjourney
I weaved through clusters of guests, smiling politely at distant relatives and strangers alike. The hallway to the bridal suite was quiet, away from the growing crowd. I smoothed my dress one more time before knocking.
A bridesmaid I didn’t recognize opened the door, her perfectly contoured face registering confusion. “Yes?”
“I’m Kylie, Debra’s cousin. Is she in there?”
The girl turned. “Deb, your cousin is here.”
There was a pause, then Debra appeared in the doorway. She looked breathtaking in her white gown, her hair swept up elegantly. But when her eyes met mine, her smile faded.
“Kylie? What are you doing here?”
The question hit me like a slap. “What do you mean? I came for your wedding.”
A shocked bride | Source: Midjourney
Her eyes darted past me, then she stepped into the hallway, pulling the door closed behind her.
“Why did you come?” she asked in a low voice.
I blinked, confused. “What do you mean? The invitation was for the family. I thought I was —”
“I didn’t invite you.”
The words hung between us, sharp and cold.
“What… why?”
Before she could answer, footsteps approached, and a handsome man in a tuxedo appeared. It was Brian, the groom. His face lit up when he saw me.
“Hey! So glad you came! Debra told me you couldn’t make it. Nice surprise!”
I looked at him, then at Debra, whose face had gone pale.
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“Brian, can you give us a second?” she asked nervously.
He shrugged, leaned in to kiss her cheek, and walked away whistling.
Debra turned back to me, her arms crossed. “Like you don’t know?”
“Know what? Debra, what are you talking about?”
She sighed heavily, glancing around to make sure no one was listening.
“When Brian’s family first saw pictures of you… the Christmas party ones? They kept asking who you were. Said you were so young and beautiful, asked if you were a model. When I said you were also studying engineering and acing it, they were even more impressed.”
I stared at her, uncomprehending. This couldn’t be happening.
A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney
“And then his mother said, ‘Are you sure she’s the cousin and not the bride? I smiled through it, but I was dying inside. I wanted them to focus on ME. On MY engagement. Not YOU.”
“You didn’t invite me because… because you thought I’d look better than you?”
“You wouldn’t understand. You’ve always been the pretty and smart one. Everything comes easy to you.”
“Easy? You think my life is easy? I work my butt off for my grades. And pretty? I’ve spent most of high school feeling invisible!”
A distressed woman looking at someone with disbelief | Source: Midjourney
“Well, you’re not invisible to Brian’s family,” she snapped. “I didn’t want you to come and… steal the spotlight, okay? I didn’t want you to outshine me on my own wedding day.”
The unfairness of it all crashed over me. All this time I thought we were growing apart because she was busy with college, Brian, and her adult life. But it was jealousy… over things I couldn’t even control.
“So that’s why you’ve been so distant? Because you’re jealous? I thought we were family.”
“We are. But you wouldn’t understand.”
“No, I don’t. I don’t understand how you could exclude only me from your wedding. How you could let me get dressed up, excited to celebrate you, only to tell me I’m not wanted because I might what? Be too pretty? Too smart? What did you tell everyone else about why I wasn’t invited?”
An emotionally overwhelmed woman | Source: Midjourney
“I said you had a conflict,” she mumbled. “A school thing.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “That’s messed up, Debra.”
A tear slipped down my cheek. I wiped it away, careful not to smudge my mascara. “If you feel better without me here, I’ll leave. I didn’t mean to make your day harder. But I never thought being me would make you feel so small. That breaks my heart more than anything.”
Debra’s eyes welled up, and before I could step back, she pulled me into a hug.
“I’m sorry. I just… I let my insecurity get the best of me. I’ve been so stressed about this wedding and fitting in with Brian’s family. They’re all so perfect and polished… and I feel like I’m not good enough.”
A guilty bride | Source: Midjourney
I stood stiffly in her embrace, unsure how to respond. Part of me wanted to forgive her immediately because this was Debra, who had braided my hair and taught me how to dance. But another part felt deeply wounded.
“You hurt me. I thought I did something wrong. I’ve been wracking my brain trying to figure out why you’ve been avoiding me all these years. You were still chatty with my siblings like always… but with me, it was like you flipped a switch.”
“I know. I’m sorry. Please stay. Please.”
“Are you sure? What about Brian’s family?”
A sad woman | Source: Midjourney
“Screw what they think,” she said, a flash of the old Debra returning. “You’re my family. I want you here. I’ve been so stupid. Please forgive me… please.”
A bridesmaid poked her head out. “Deb, it’s almost time.”
Debra nodded, then turned back to me. “Will you stay?”
I looked at her, surrounded by luxury, about to marry the man she loved, and still somehow insecure.
“I’ll stay. Not because you asked me to, but because I choose to. For us.”
“Thank you. I need to finish getting ready, but… we’ll talk more later?”
“Go. Be a bride. I’ll be cheering for you.”
She smiled, a real smile this time, before disappearing back into the bridal suite.
A relieved and emotional bride | Source: Midjourney
I leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths. What a mess. But at least now I knew the truth.
***
The ceremony was beautiful. I sat with my parents, watching as Debra and Brian exchanged vows beneath an arch of white roses. When they were pronounced husband and wife, I cheered as loudly as anyone.
At the reception, I kept to myself, nursing a glass of sparkling cider near the edge of the dance floor. My brother found me there.
“Why the long face?” Ryan asked, bumping my shoulder with his. “Wedding food not up to your standards?”
I forced a smile. “Just tired.”
“Liar. What’s going on?”
A suspicious man | Source: Midjourney
I sighed, knowing he wouldn’t let it go. “Did you know Debra didn’t actually invite me?”
Ryan’s eyebrows shot up. “What? Of course she did.”
“No, she didn’t. She only invited you guys. I was supposed to be excluded.”
“But why would she —”
“Because I’m too pretty, apparently,” I said sarcastically. “Brian’s family saw pictures of me and made some comments, and Debra got jealous.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
A shattered woman running her hand through her hair | Source: Midjourney
“Yeah, well.” I shrugged, trying to seem unbothered. “We talked it out. Sort of.”
“Are you okay?”
I looked across the room to where Debra was laughing with her husband. “I will be. It just… hurts.”
“Want me to go spill some wine on her dress?” Ryan offered, only half-joking.
That made me laugh genuinely. “No. But thanks for the offer.”
“That’s what big brothers are for.” He squeezed my shoulder. “Want to dance? I promise to step on your toes only minimally.”
“Maybe later,” I said. “I think I need some air.”
An anxious woman lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney
I slipped outside, the cool evening air a relief after the crowded reception hall. I was about to find a quiet spot to sit when a voice stopped me.
“You must be Kylie.”
I turned to see an elegant older woman in a designer dress, her silver hair styled impeccably.
“Yes, I am,” I replied cautiously.
She smiled. “I’m Eleanor, Brian’s mother. I’ve heard so much about you.”
I bet you have, I thought.
A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney
“Your cousin is lovely,” she continued. “Brian adores her. We’re so pleased to welcome her to our family.”
“Debra’s amazing,” I agreed, meaning it despite everything. “She and Brian seem very happy together.”
Eleanor nodded, studying me with interest. “You know, when I first saw your picture, I told Debra you could be a model.”
And there it was. I swallowed hard. “That’s very kind, but I’m focusing on software engineering. I’m starting college in the fall.”
“Engineering! How impressive. Beauty and brains. Your parents must be very proud.”
“I hope so,” I said, uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation.
A software engineer at work | Source: Unsplash
“I must say,” Eleanor continued, “you’ve handled yourself with such grace today. Not many young women would be so mature.”
I stared at her, confused. “What do you mean?”
She lowered her voice. “I know my son’s wife didn’t originally include you in the festivities. I overheard them arguing about it weeks ago.” She touched my arm. “You have such grace, dear. I admire that.”
So she knew. They all knew. Somehow, that made it both better and worse.
“Thank you,” I managed. “Debra and I… we’ve been close our whole lives. I want her to be happy.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re here, dear. It wouldn’t be a proper family celebration without you.”
A delighted older lady | Source: Midjourney
I stood frozen as she walked away, processing her words. This woman, who had unintentionally caused the rift between Debra and me, had just given me more validation than my own cousin.
As I moved to the dance floor and joined by my siblings and parents, I realized something important: we all have our insecurities and moments of weakness. Even people who seem to have it all together. The real test isn’t whether we mess up… it’s what we do afterward.
It wasn’t about outshining anyone or being outshone. It was about standing tall without stepping on anyone else. About being secure enough in your own light that you don’t fear someone else’s brightness.
And Debra? She learned that the people who love you the most will only ever want to see you shine… even if it’s not their turn in the spotlight.
An emotional woman smiling | Source: Midjourney
90-year-old Joan Collins stuns in sizzling swimsuit photo
Using any yardstick you use, Joan Collins is unquestionably a legend.
It’s safe to say that, as she approaches her 90s, her most glamorous and flamboyant days are behind her, but that doesn’t mean she’s stopped having fun and flaunting her physique to the world.
Joan Collins has many lessons to teach about grace, elegance, and proper behavior for even the most ‘new’ superstars. What an incredible life this woman has led and continues to lead!
The Paddington, London-born actress of English descent is primarily remembered for her role as Dynasty’s Alexis Carrington Colby.
Dynasty turned Joan into a global celebrity, and in 1984 it was the most watched television program in the US. She was making $15,000 every episode back then. Every week, about 21 million homes tuned in to see her, eager to see what her egotistical and vicious persona would come up with.
“She was the initial strong woman on television.” And for that, I took a lot of heat. She’s such a vixen, so spiteful, and such a ballbreaker! Joan said to CBS in 2019 that “you know, I was just standing up for myself as an independent woman!”
Amazingly, over 70 years after making her on-screen debut, Collins is still employed in the entertainment sector.
Wikipedia states that she starred in two film-related projects in 2022, Tomorrow Morning and The Gentle Sex, and that she is currently filming In Bed with the Duchess.
She uses social media quite frequently as well.
For most of the US, last month was unseasonably chilly; storms delivered exceptionally low temperatures to many locations. However, Joan Collins was all about the heat.
According to sources, the legendary actress thought that the holidays would be the perfect time to post a picture of herself and her 57-year-old husband, Percy Gibson, practically sizzling.
Many people anticipate that at Christmas, family would gather around the fireplace and exchange gifts while the chilly breeze from outside the window blows in.
However, Joan Collins discovered that she was deviating from the custom this Christmas.On December 26, she posted to her roughly 300k followers, saying, “Had a terrific #christmasday.”
“I had a great lunch at the Bricusses after swimming in 82F in Beverly Hills—thank you, Evie and Adam Bricusse!”
Reactions to Collins’ chic leopard print swimsuit were swift. Even though the actress is about to turn ninety, she looked simply lovely.
She was pictured next to her spouse Percy in another picture; the two of them have been together since 2002.
All told, Collins has been married five times. The first marriage lasted four years, to actor Maxwell Reed. The second marriage was to singer-songwriter Anthony Newley. After she wed billionaire Ronald S. Kass, Newley welcomed Swedish pop sensation Peter Holm into her family.
“I did that too many times and I regret several of my marriages. I made a mistake. I don’t regret my marriage to Tony [Newley], though, as I had two amazing kids, Tara and Alexander, and one gorgeous daughter, Kathy, from my marriage to Ron [Kass]. Joan stated last year, “I truly regret getting married to Peter Holm, a Swede.
Collins claims that she has formed the closest relationship with Percy. She disclosed details about their connection during the pandemic.
“I’ve realized how strong our relationship really is because of being in lockdown,” the woman remarked. “I used to like traveling, hosting parties at the villa, and interacting with people, but due to constraints, it’s now just Percy and I. The best aspect is that we are conspirators, partners in crime.
Whatever others may say, Joan Collins is a legend, an icon, and incredibly beautiful for her age!
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