Justice for the Vance Heiress
k with the taste o
of tires, the blinding headlights, and a c
. My stepfather' s f
d, in my silk pajamas, the morning sun stream
m the nightstand. The date stared back at
dwood floor. A wave of dizziness washed over me, the
real. It had t
art hammering against my ribs. I
r was ajar. An
ter, Briel
ring my wedding dress. The custom couture gown that was meant for me. Her
his dress, marrying my fiancé, Julian Croft, while I was drugged and locked away. My stepfat
s all
al sound esca
ing for a second before it harde
rly?" she asked, her voice d
said. My voice wa
ha
ke my dress
n't be so dramatic, Elara. I was just
old and heavy. "You were admiring your
? It looks better on me anyway. You'
me boiled over. I lunged forward, my h
it