They started serving the appetizers, but my half-sister just couldn't let me eat the salmon carpaccio in peace. She took one of her water glasses and tapped it with a fork. The general conversation died down as everyone turned to listen to her."You have no idea how fortunate we are to have you, our closest friends and family, gathered here tonight," Amanda said emotionally. "But I feel particularly honored to have my sister Marianne with me."She couldn't leave me alone for even a minute, could she? All eyes were on me."Marianne and I haven't had a conventional sisterly relationship. But if there's one thing I can say, it's that the blood bond that unites us will NEVER weaken.” She emphasized the blood bond like the psychopath she was. "Not even in this particular 'situation' that we are all aware of."Her shrug made most of the guests laugh. She was humiliating me again, in public, referencing that she was marrying the man who was my fiance until recently. She was a traitor, not
"We had agreed to save the news for another celebration, dear," my father commented.Seeing him like this was like seeing the very image of hypocrisy. He knew the truth, that this was all a farce, that less than two weeks ago, I was in love with Andrew and wanted to give him a thousand children. But would Serge Fairmount admit that he didn't have control over his perfect family? Never."I'm sorry, Dad. I just got excited. Can you imagine? Me being her maid of honor and her being mine?" I pretended to sigh dreamily and then turned to Amanda with an idea. "We should even have a double wedding. Wouldn't that be wonderful—""We’re not having a double wedding, Marianne!" my innocent sister snapped in a very deep voice.Such a change in her tone surprised the guests, including Andrew, who looked at her strangely. Even better was the disapproving look Serge gave his princess. She noticed and retracted her words."I'm sorry that we couldn't come to an agreement that easily, sis. We both h
"What do you mean by that? Could you be more specific?""If what happened the other night was a figment of my imagination and you're sure of it, why are you avoiding me?""I'm not avoiding you. Why would I? You must have misunderstood.""Have I? You were supposed to provide the market study of the property yesterday. You didn't," he remarked with a slight reproach."I sent it through my colleague, Amy," I corrected, puzzled."I haven't received anything as far as I know," he responded.I couldn't afford a slip-up like that. I searched on my laptop, found the study, enlarged it on the screen, and handed it to Lucius."Sorry for the inconvenience. Here it is for you to review... or would you prefer a printed copy?" I offered softly, watching his reaction.Lucius agreed to review it on my computer, but the number of questions he had about the graphs forced me to stay close, pointing out what he wanted to see. I could barely concentrate with such proximity, my heart racing while I
"I'm not convinced, Mom. I don't look like myself. Do you think Andrew will like it? I want him to cry when he sees me walking down the aisle," she complained, adjusting her neckline. "Do you like this dress, Sis?"I did like the dress. Would I give my approval to something that looked good on her? Absolutely not."It's nice..." I pretended the dress bored me and said it out of obligation.Amanda caught on immediately and grew more impatient."You don't like it, do you?" she asked, sounding insecure."It's not that I don't like it, it's just... Can you pull off that cut without looking, you know, voluptuous, in that area?"I was referring to her pregnancy, which sent Amanda into another crisis. She started ranting about how she was going to look like a whale and how she already looked like a whale. Her breakdown was so intense that the assistant holding the box of tissues quickly rushed over to help with her tears. I hid a smile and went back to my phone, searching for things abo
"Is he? Do we know him by any chance? What does he do for a living?" she inquired suspiciously."He is. I don't know if you know him, but he's an investor from Cameria," I lied."An international investor? How old did you say he is?" she asked with a malicious tone that tasted bitter to me. "Is his age the problem? Is he close to your father's age?""No. But he is a bit older than me. He's 34," I asserted without backing down."He sounds like the perfect man. What else do you want to boast about without suspiciously giving me his name and surname?""I could boast about his blue eyes like the night sky, his thick black hair, or his height. But what's more important to me is why you doubt my words so much. We want to keep our relationship as private as possible," I argued, snaking around her questions. She laughed at me."I don't know who you're trying to fool, Mary. But stop and quit upsetting my daughter while she is preparing for the most important day of her life. We both know
It was interesting how the human mind worked during a manic episode. There I was, having proposed marriage to my boss in a fit of rage. He didn't improve my embarrassment by reaching to his desk and pressing a button to lower the blinds automatically, shielding us from prying eyes.Then, he clasped his hands in a prayer-like gesture. The silence in the office was killing me with nerves."Did you come to work drunk?" he asked patiently."I'm not drunk. N-nor am I high," I defended myself, stuttering."You sound and act like an intoxicated person to me." He leaned his face on one of his hands. "But that didn't bother you when you slept with me that night, did it?" I asked.At this, Lucius became serious, straightened up, and looked at me darkly. From accessible to armored, I watched him transform in a matter of seconds."If you want to go down the path of blackmail, you'd better give that up now. You and I both knew what we were doing. We both enjoyed it. Or will you say I took a
"I'll be submitting my resignation this afternoon. I'm sorry for my behavior; it was unprofessional," I mentioned, tears still falling.I heard a very deep sigh."There's no need," he said, sounding resigned. I looked at him hopefully. "We've all made bad decisions and had bad days. You don't deserve to be fired for one. But I won't accept your marriage proposal. It's ridiculous, Marianne."My chest loosened, relieved, and I could breathe normally again."Yes, it was ridiculous. I don't know what I was thinking," I reflected, playing with the handkerchief, then remembered something immediately. "There's something of yours I want to return."I didn't specify what I wanted to return. I left his office, pretending nothing was out of the ordinary, and took the envelope from my briefcase. Returning, I slid it across the desk. Lucius took it and opened it. He pulled out the card with his phone number and was surprised to see the $1000 he had given me. I had carried it with me for days,
A week had passed since the disaster at the bridal shop, and my wicked stepmother hadn't stopped pestering me for the name of my supposed fiance. But all I'd gotten from that infamous dating app were twenty dick pics, five offers for casual sex, and countless hours of frustration. I had no one to take to that party.I pulled at my hair, desperate and stressed. These emotions were so overwhelming that I realized I had yanked out a strand of hair, and I stared at it with the urge to cry."I'm worried about you. I mean it," Jenna said, sitting beside me in my cubicle. She handed me a coffee. "A mocha, to whet your appetite so we can go have lunch like the rest of the floor."It was lunchtime, and there was only one colleague in the private video conference booth at the end of the hall. I focused on my computer."I'm not hungry. I need to find a man for tonight," I told my friend."Still on that? Aren't you busy with our project?""I'm juggling both. Tomorrow I have a meeting with ou