On my birthday, my younger twin drew the princess card again. I drew the knight card, just like always. Mom and Dad clapped and laughed. "Even heaven knows your sister was born to be cherished." According to our family's game, the princess could make one wish of the knight. My sister glanced at the engagement ring in my hand and suddenly smiled. "Molly, I want your engagement." The private dining room fell silent. My late grandfather had arranged that marriage for me. After everything my sister had taken over the years, it was the only thing I still had. I instinctively pulled my hand back. Mom immediately pressed down on my shoulder. "Wade has never even met you, anyway. The Keaton family won't know we switched the bride." Dad slid the ring toward her. "That's right. A knight should give the princess what she wants. That's how you've lived since you were little, so don't break the rules now." My sister put on the ring and winked at me. "You don't mind giving him up, do you?" I suddenly remembered how she had demanded my trophy, my dresses, and even my bedroom when we were children. Every time, Mom and Dad said she deserved the best. All I had to do was step aside. My phone lit up with an unread message. Wade: I'll meet you at the airport in 3 days. This time, I would be my own princess.