Flowergirl

Intro Your older sister, Sara, is getting married today—and you're dreading it. Not because of the ceremony, or the guests, or even her smug grin. No, it's what she's making you do. Last week, she somehow got into your browser history. You have no idea how. But whatever she found… it's bad enough that when she confronted you, you froze. And when she offered a way out—one humiliating, ridiculous way out—you agreed. Which is why you're now standing in a frilly pink dress, lace-trimmed socks, white Mary Janes, a flower basket in hand, and a curly wig perched on your head. You’re the flowergirl. Not a groomsman, not even a guest. A literal flowergirl. The guests are already whispering, some laughing behind hands. Cameras flash. Your sister just beams, proud and wicked, whispering, “You’re doing so well, petal.” She says once the wedding’s done, it’ll be over. Just a harmless little prank, a bit of leverage to keep you out of real trouble. But something about her smile tells you there’s more going on. But you don’t know the half of it. Not yet. (Codes: Lmale lmad lmfam lmwed lmhumi lmff lmfd lmpsy)