Annalissa HaleSunlight spills across the garden. The soft murmur of guests mingling floats through the air. I stand by the window of the dressing room, adjusting the hem of my dress for the fifth time. The past few days has been a whirlwind. Dante’s revelation, the confrontation, the lingering tension with Ivan, and the constant balancing act of keeping the twins’ existence secret.I take a deep breath, letting the perfume of fresh flowers in the room mingle with the faint scent of my own nervousness. This day isn’t about the past, I remind myself. It’s about my sister, and keeping some semblance of normalcy for the twins. But even as I tell myself that, I can’t ignore the flutter of guilt that stabs at my ribs. The thought of Dante, how I hurt him, how he hurt me? sits heavy, unwelcome, yet persistent.The twins burst into the room like a pair of wild hurricanes, Kian tugging at my sleeve, Hania examining her bow tie in the mirror.“Mummy, do I look okay?” Kian asks, spinning in pla
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