The Man Who Married My Sister

olled like ghosts

ht, her heels a half size too small, and her heart straining behind layers of denial. The vintage lace veil float

mbe was nowhe

klace as if trying to summon divine intervention. Alora's father, stoic and red-faced, paced behind the priest like a banker watching his stocks co

ir violins falling into a confused hush. F

, no

no expl

y oak chapel doors that seemed t

efused

was a luxury she couldn't afford, not with her family watching. Not with the Ashcombes-the richest family in C

Minutes

nt a

this. I never should'v

powdered her jaw. Her hands trembled, and t

man cooed. "You're about to m

about to los

y she'd los

novel-vine-choked, grand, emotionally vacant-Alora had learned that silence w

hadn't seen

after she fled the altar. It was forwarded by a b

hink you need

, Jeffrey stood beside someone in a champagne

si

a

sister who once promised to run away together and ended up vanishing instead.

he picture on the to

CRET CEREMONY-BRIDE

n the

ked-slowly, fiercely-down the aisle. Each step echoed l

it, then turned to f

oice steady but sharp as flint. "The wedding

m her face like peeling off a lie-and

o the black limo, he

l never hear it from Jeff. Meet m

F

once. Then aga

't a ki

declarati