It had to be the wine making me feel anxious to know where Lucius was. I grabbed my phone, lay down on my new sofa, and set my glass on the floor. I kicked off my sandals and called him. This was the first time I’d dared to call him—if it were up to him, it would never happen.The phone rang and rang, but he didn’t answer…Until he did. The sound of the call being picked up sent me into the clouds. Maybe it was just the alcohol. I tried to speak first, but no words came out. I didn’t know what to say.“Who is this?”I crashed back down to the hard ground. That wasn’t Lucius’s voice. It was a woman’s voice.“This is Marianne. I want to talk to Lucius. Is he there?” I said, trying to sound firm.“And who’s Marianne?” the woman questioned again.“His... fiancée.”My shaky response was met with laughter. The mocking laughter of this unknown woman who had answered his phone.“Sure, of course,” she said and hung up.My shock faded quickly. I reached out to find my glass and drained
Despite Amelia’s endless demands and diva-like attitude, we eventually selected the cathedral we visited. And with the wedding date branded in our minds, just two days after that decision, here we were, rehearsing for the church ceremony.As the maid of honor, I was also acting as the coordinator alongside the wedding planner. Better said, I was trying to explain to the bridal party of ten bridesmaids and ten groomsmen, along with the flower girls and ring bearers, that we couldn’t start the rehearsal without… the bride and groom.Neither Amanda nor Andrew had bothered to show up on time for their own rehearsal. They were about twenty minutes late. That was why my wonderful stepmother was busy entertaining the priest so he wouldn’t get upset, while further back, Serge was making small talk with Andrew’s parents to keep up appearances. I couldn’t tell which of the three looked more irritated.“Call your sister again, Marianne. I’ve got a manicure appointment in two hours. I can’t mis
“Yes… the ring,” Andrew mumbled, and he slipped it on her finger with difficulty.And I do mean with difficulty because the ring looked too small for Amanda’s finger. The pregnancy had added a few pounds. She still looked like herself, just... well, it’s what happens to some pregnant women.“Didn’t you get my ring resized? I told you my size changed. The doctor talked to us about water retention...” Amanda whispered angrily.“Stop eating and whining so much, woman,” Andrew snapped back, forcing the ring onto her finger.Amanda’s face crumbled with the pain of Andrew’s insensitive and brutish comment. I think even the priest heard it because he started making a joke about the exchange of rings.But none of it reached Amanda. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were filled with tears, and I felt a twinge of pity.A pity I shouldn’t have felt or shown because my half-sister pulled away from Andrew and came over to me. She wrapped her arms around me, burying her face in my neck, sobbi
“That’s enough of this,” Amelia cut in nervously. “Both of you will go talk with the priest like civilized people. I’ll handle dismissing the bridal party. Go on, go.”Reluctantly, Andrew followed the priest, who was trying to calm him and offer advice. Amelia, on the other hand, approached Amanda angrily, grabbing and squeezing her arm with malice.“You can’t humiliate our family like this, Amanda. You will get married, end of story. Do you hear me?” Amelia demanded, switching from a furious expression to a courteous smile for the rest of the guests.In the background, she was making up excuses for this scene, swearing it was just a bad day for the soon-to-be newlyweds. Amanda clutched my hand, scared and seeking support.“Tell me not to marry him, and I won’t, sister.”“What?” I said, surprised.“How could I have been so blind? Our father only wants me to marry him for the benefits. Just like he wants you to marry Lucius for the same reason. You still have time to save yourself
I might have been standing there with a “normal” face waiting for my coffee order, but inside me, a storm of epic proportions was brewing. I had fled that disastrous wedding rehearsal and ended up in this little café where I was waiting for my order. It was a small spot near Fairmount Corporation, and my final destination was the office so I could get back to work.Work was my refuge, the only thing that seemed to be going well for me. My order was called right on time, and I picked up my cup, thanked the barista, and looked around for a small table near a window overlooking the street.I spotted an empty one in a corner and headed there to drown in my thoughts.“Marianne! Hey!” someone called out as I walked past.I turned to see who it was: Matt. He was sitting at a two-person table, alone, sipping coffee with his laptop open in front of him.“Matt… what a coincidence to run into you here, huh?” I greeted.“It’s not a coincidence if I tell you I’ve been spending the last few we
“Are you projecting your feelings onto me? Who was the one bragging about breaking in her bed with that Matt guy? I come back, and you’re enjoying coffee with him,” Lucius said, amused. “You could be a little more discreet. We do have an agreement, last time I checked.”“An agreement? Yes. But not for exclusivity. Last I remember, you refused that,” I said, playing along.Lucius didn’t like my joke. His expression hardened.“If you’re trying to make me jealous, don’t bother. You won’t get far. What’s worked between us is the lack of drama because we’re honest about our intentions, even if they aren’t good or praiseworthy. Don’t change that.”Exactly. He said it himself. We were supposedly “honest” with each other. I had been, but had he? I doubted it.“To what extent should I trust your honesty, Lucius? You’re way ahead of me in this game,” I asked, letting my frustration slip out.He glanced at me, confused, as if he had no idea what I was talking about.“Are you mad because Cl
“Mine hasn’t been great either… If I told you the things he’s done to me lately,” I laughed, more relaxed now, noting that he still held my hand.It was too late to notice where we were heading. I hadn’t asked Lucius even once where we were going. And now that I thought about it, we seemed to be on a route very close to my apartment building.“Where are we going?” I asked suspiciously.“Where do you think? You’ve got an apartment to show me. It’s the least I deserve. I’ve been a good fiancé, much better than the last one, I can swear it,” he said easily.I could have let myself be swayed by his natural charm, but this time I didn’t. The matter with my stepmother was still unresolved. I pulled my hand away and got more serious. He glanced at me sideways.“What now?”“That’s what I want to know…” I took a breath. “I just came from the most chaotic, pathetic wedding rehearsal. Amanda threw a tantrum, said she doesn’t want to get married.”“And how does that affect us? Our wedding w
Lies, lies, and more lies. Amelia’s last name should have been "Lie," and her profession before marrying my father must have been that of a natural-born con artist. There was no other explanation.The story my stepmother always stuck to was that she was a foreign heiress, childless, and with plenty of money to invest. She claimed to have fallen in love with my father to the point where she didn’t care that he was already married.Then she gave him a daughter, Amanda. Her supposed only daughter. I remembered it clearly, all the drama from Amelia about how she had sacrificed her body for her "only child." How difficult it had been being a "first-time mother." She said it with such conviction that no one dared contradict her.“That doesn't make any sense,” I blurted out reflexively.“It doesn’t make sense that you’re falling for... our sister’s game,” he said, uncomfortable, shaking his head with his eyes closed.That reality hit me. If Amanda and I shared the same father, and Amanda