gala where Jake, my fiancé, finally got recognition for a project built on my designs. But
. "He's with me now, sis." My world tilted. "The Skyline project... that was my work, Jake!" H
ity. And your sister is by his side. You made a scene. You embarrassed us." My mother dismissed my pain: "Chloe has always been better with people. This was bound
thought. "They ruined me," I cried, "And you're worried about being embarrassed?" T
n, a phone call. Jake, with fake sincerity, invited me to a dinner to show "no hard feelings." My response: "I have one condition. The