Chapter Thirty One

“Sydney?” I landed on the seat. “Where are you?”

“It doesn’t matter where I am. What matters is what you’re doing.”

I glanced at Brea. She stood in front of the door. I wouldn’t be able to run if I wanted to. She watched me like a hawk. How did this alliance even come out?

“I’m getting married,” I said.

“To my fiancé!”

“Stop Sydney.” I cleared my throat and moved from the table and walked to the balcony door.

The wedding was at Brad’s ancestral home. I had been on the first floor getting ready for five hours.

“Good idea. Jump and all this is over.” Brea smiled.

I scrawled and peeked outside. The chairs were set, and the alter was prepared. It was a glamorous display of pearl-white flowers hanging from the green hedges and along the plush grass. Brad wasn’t here. He slept at a hotel.

“Darling sister. I can’t even give you the benefit of the doubt.”

“I know Brad broke things off with you before you left. Besides what you had was just an arrangement.”

“Are you telling me you and Bradley