Six Months After I Died, My Mother's Leukemia Returned Chapter 2

There was never anything Harper wanted that she didn't get.

"I'm making the decision. This dress is yours now. We'll consider it her wedding gift to you."

Harper hypocritically declined. "Will my sister be upset?"

"Why should she be upset? Matters of the heart can't be forced. It's her own fault for having such a terrible, vicious personality. Liam not liking her is her own doing; what does that have to do with you? She always bullied you before; compensating you with a dress is the least she can do."

Harper happily put on the dress, spinning blissfully in front of the mirror.

My mother watched her with a face full of pride and comfort.

That was a look I could only ever dream of.

When it came to Harper, my mother always handled everything personally.

She said she wanted her precious daughter's big day to be absolutely perfect, without a single regret.

But me? After being stolen away as a baby, I was just an unnecessary extra.

I watched my mother work day and night to alter the dress for Harper.

Harper was slightly curvier than me, but she refused to pick a different dress.

My mother, who loved her daughter more than her own life, ignored her health and insisted on altering it herself.

My mother was a highly sought-after fashion designer.

All year round, Harper practically only wore clothes designed by our mother.

I never had that honor.

Later, I became a designer myself. I designed my own clothes.

Since no one loved me, I had to love myself.

The night my mother finished altering the dress, she collapsed.

After being rushed to the hospital, the situation was severe.

"The patient's leukemia has relapsed."