Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress

d one second too lon

ingers brushing her temple like the to

sts holding their breath

e murmured, so quietly

to the room: "

Vows, rings, and a kiss that lasted

our bride!" a reporter

. He leaned down and kissed her like he meant it. Flashbulbs erup

s barely moved against hers. "Do

oor closed behind them

ripping off his tuxedo jacket wi

ike a cage. "You can stop pretending," she said, her vo

mber liquid into a glass. "Pretending is what keeps y

our life," she pushed harder, stepping

down. The silence ret

n't have time to back away. He stopped just inches

nsive cologne filled her se

near her ear. "You know exactly what you did.

ching at his proximity. "Then enlighten me. Because

s gaze dropped to her lips, a charged, s

a sharp undercurrent of attractio

he wall just behind her head, trapping her. "You might fin

before pulling back completely. The intense hea

He set it face-up on the table between them. "I've never met you,"

at her with devastating certainty, "you

lieving laugh. "That's ins

ld y

nd photograph right

the photo, Eva stood beside Julian, her hand locked firmly in his, laughin

he had never seen this picture. She

wondered if he was