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
I knew I sounded more brazen than usual, something that made Lucius even more uncertain. He stopped looking at the floor and fixed his gaze on me.“It’s not the same…” he muttered, unsure.“Why wouldn’t it be?”“You were a virgin. You haven’t been with anyone else. Stop playing with the idea that yo
I couldn’t believe what I was shopping for—a steamer to touch up my maid of honor dress. It hadn’t been a rushed purchase, but it was definitely last minute as the next day would be the date of my sister’s wedding to my ex-fiance.That’s why I was wandering through the small appliance section of the
My sister immediately reacted to the contact, ripping off her blindfold and looking at the man in horror.“What is this? Who are you?” she asked, alarmed.“It doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is that you’re the bride. A round of applause for the bride!” the stripper announced, trying to get eve