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 al
“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
“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 a
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, a
“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 f
“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
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
“Was Amelia really who she said she was? What else had she been hiding?” I asked.“From what I found out, she created a whole new identity,” he explained as he wandered through my living room, taking his time to analyze every detail and feel every surface. “She changed her last name and pretended sh