nd meant to signal joy, but all I felt
od in my custom-made wedding gown, a perfect Southe
ogant and entitled, and I didn't
el, it' s Gabrielle! They found her in her room. Pills." My younger half-sister, the
delivered her masterstroke: a fabricated story of sacrificing her fertility to save him, twisting his misguided honor. Wesley, his arro
to my family' s honor. How could he ask the Senator' s daugh
this manipulat
ought she had won. I took a deep breath. There would be no accommodati