Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress

. She leaned closer, her eyes tracing every line o

less. It wa

her voice sounding hollow in the caver

nd that was dangerou

year

didn't exist in a casual s

her. Dragging her gaze away from his suffocatin

digging deep into her cloud storag

e friends. Her twenty-first birthday

nted to scr

er thum

aking out across the back of her neck. Between May a

eenshot. An unbroken, three-month void in a

ver notice

r from her face. He stepped closer, his jaw tighte

act, she was

n't lying, he'd spent five ye

ical blow, threatening the foun

ng back into a mask of pure granite. "Keep pretending

rough the suff

g her eyes strictly on the floor. "Mr. Castellan. Madam Isabell

n Julian's posture. Even the

ght down," Jul

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elonged to her. silver hair pinned smooth, posture perfect, sh

n't say cong

red for them to

love with my grandson, ch

ide her. He was waiting to see if she

he lump of fear

d to marry him,"

. Even the ai

her skin like a vice. "Eva is tired, Grandmother," he inte

m Julian's tight grip to th

assed over the old woman's face.

ond-encrusted hand. "Leave us for a moment, Julian. I

a word

-

waited until the latch clicked b

asked, her voice dropping

hes of Eva's pale, terrified face over her phon

est of her chair, her regal composure

ling slightly. "If she truly doesn't remember

-

he safety of the bridal

the two photographs lay. There w

un-faded photograph-the one where she was laughi

was a messy, handwritten note: Forever. Below the

ng was unmist

ribs, No one could forge the

bottom edge of the photo, where a precise digi

er breath completely

ber

e in an ICU bed, recovering from a catastrophic car accident

ered, the room sp

saved her life a

d rewri