Chapter 93

[Cordelia]

When the car stopped in front of the most exclusive bridal salons in Los Angeles, my heart sank to the floor.

I still remember the last day we were here. My mother brought me here without an explanation, letting it be a surprise that they had decided to marry me to Atlas in Angelica's place. I cannot remember the weather or the color of the shoes I was wearing when I entered the store, but I do remember the look of harsh judgment the owner made when she learned why I was there instead of my sister.

The appointment had been made for Angelica, who had come the week before to have her measurements taken and her dress sized. Nobody would mistake me for her.

"What kind of person takes her sister's fiance," she questioned me harshly as her rough hands cinched and pulled on a dress designed for a much curvier body. "Do you have no shame?"

"Perhaps," I remember answering, my body too stiff and stunned by the events of the week before, my face and arms still bruised from the acci