Two days before the grand gala, and I was already tired of pretending to be perfect.Before the main event could officially start, every Montgomery had to show up for this so-called family dinner. Lucian called it tradition, something passed down long before his grandfather was even a thought. To me, it just sounded like another excuse for people born dripping in money to remind themselves they were still better than everyone else.Every year, Lucian and Sienna skipped it. Even though it was a quiet, private dinner with no cameras, no reporters, and no outsiders allowed, they never bothered showing up. Guess sitting in a room full of people who whispered about them not having kids wasn’t exactly their ideal perseverance. But this year, out of nowhere and for some unknown reason, he suddenly decided attendance was mandatoryHe said it was a “good idea” for me to get acquainted with his family, to build some kind of strategy from our meeting. Apparently, I needed to “get into the shoes
“Well this is a sight I never thought I'd see!”A voice caught us off guard. Sienna stood just behind him, leaning against the big doorway covered with a cutin, her laugh tumbling out loud and clear, like she couldn't help to hold it in. She didn’t even bother hiding the smirk tugging at her lips.Lucian froze, caught between her and me. His brows pulled tight, his jaw slack. I could almost see his mind scrambling to make sense of what he was seeing. Two Sienna’s, one in front of him and one behind.“What the hell—” he started, but Sienna’s innocent giggles cut him off .“Well,” she said, grinning wide, titling her head as her eyes sparkling with mischief.“I guess we’re even now, huh?”she teased, pushing off the curtains and strolling forward. “Don’t look so confused, Lucian. That’s Scarlett, who you mistook for me. You actually treated her like a princess. How cute.”I swallowed hard. My skin burned under his stunned stare that my throat dried up. I forced a weak laugh, “Yep.”
Sienna stomped her feet, tapping them impatiently at me like I was some stubborn child refusing to move.“Scarlett, get over here,” she ordered, standing in front of the full-length mirror with that smug little grin she always wore when she thought she’d outsmarted me.I sat frozen on the velvet chair, staring at the glimpse of my reflection in the opposite wall. I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t even close to being ready to know that things are going to change so fast and so dramatically only because I did a simple make over.“This is a stupid idea,” I muttered under my breath, hugging my arms around myself. “Lucian will see right through me. His an idiot if he doesn't.”She rolled her eyes so hard I could practically hear them scrape against her skull. “Oh my God, would you stop whining and stand up? Just come here.”Before I could dig my heels in, she grabbed my uninjured wrist, thankfully, and tugged me forward. I stumbled but managed to keep my balance, glaring at her the who
The black SUV waited at the front steps, sleek and intimidating, polished so well it mirrored the morning sun. A guard swung the door open before I could even reach for it. Inside, Sienna sat opposite Lucian, her legs crossed neatly, her hand resting on the handle of her bag. Lucian leaned back with his arms folded, that same unreadable face carved into stone.Both their eyes snapped to me. I ignored them, climbing in without a word. I slid to the far end of the bench, keeping as much space between Sienna and myself as possible.The engine purred to life. The drive stretched quiet, almost suffocating. Every time I dared glance out of the tinted glass, my gaze drifted back to him—and every damn time, his eyes were already there. Watching. Measuring. His storm-grey stare holding mine for a heartbeat too long before I tore away.Sienna shifted suddenly, scooting closer like a restless child desperate for attention. I stiffened when she bumped into me.“Really?” I muttered under my breath
By now, I’d learned the Montgomery family tree well enough to give a history lecture. Who married who, who died tragically, who cheated, who built the empire from blood and grit. I knew the names, the scandals, the money trails. Nursing school had really toughened my brain for retentive memory…dosages, anatomy, endless case studies, and that discipline carried over here. All those nights memorizing medical charts and conditions now helped me keep the Montgomery lineage straight like it was second nature.Add to that the posture lessons, the perfect etiquette drilled into me like second nature, the way to sip wine without leaving lipstick stains, the tilt of the chin when speaking to men like they were beneath me. All those long nights of Sienna training me, correcting the way I held my fork, scolding me for slouching even a fraction. I was practically almost a clone already.Almost that is.All that was left was the physical transformation. My hair had to be stripped back to its golde
I didn’t sleep a damn wink.Not one.By the time the sky shifted from black to gray, my body was exhausted, but my mind was wired like I’d downed three espressos. All I could see when I shut my eyes was Lucian’s face being up and close to mine. The way his eyes had burned, the way his hand felt on my waist, the way I had been a single breath away from kissing his smudged face.God. I nearly kissed Lucian Montgomery, my sister's husband of all people. What is wrong with me?The thought made my stomach twist. My brain kept screaming at me that I hated him, that I couldn’t stand his smug arrogance, his control-freak ways, his dark moods. But my body hadn’t gotten the memo. It kept remembering the heat of him, the pull of his stare, the way he smelled, the way my pulse leapt like it wanted to belong to him.I wanted to throw myself off the damn balcony for almost falling for it.When I crept back into our room last night, Sienna was already passed out. A hardcover book lay sprawled across