All Chapters of My Fiancée Married My Sister: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“Six weeks," Diana said, spreading three fabric swatches across the table. "Six weeks, and you still haven't picked the veil.""I'm not sure I want a veil.""Not sure, or scared to commit to a decision because you've spent two months making life-or-death decisions about security details and sentencing hearings and now a veil feels too small to matter?"I stared at her. "How do you do that.""Best friend privileges." Diana pushed the swatches closer. "Pick one. Or none. Just pick something.""This one," I said, touching the sheer ivory tulle. "Simple. Not too much.""Good. Done. See how easy that was?"Noah walked in mid-sentence, phone against his ear, his expression unreadable. "Understood. Keep me posted." He hung up and looked at me. "That was Eleanor's office.""Is she okay?" My stomach dropped instantly."She's fine. Better than fine, actually." Something almost like a smile pulled at his mouth. "She wants to move the wedding up.""Move it up? To when?""Three weeks.""Three week

"Turn around," Diana said, spinning me gently by the shoulders to face the mirror. "Look."I looked. Ivory silk charmeuse, the neckline bold and sweeping, the same fabric I'd chosen for a dress I never got to wear, remade now into something entirely my own."You did this," Diana said softly. "Every stitch.""I know." My voice caught. "I keep thinking about the last dress I made from this fabric. What it was supposed to be for.""This isn't that dress," Diana said firmly. "This is a different ending."There was a knock at the door. Margaret's voice, hesitant. "Can I come in? Just for a moment."Diana looked at me, silently asking. I nodded.Margaret stepped inside, and stopped, one hand pressed to her mouth at the sight of me. "Jasmine.""You don't have to say anything," I said gently."I want to." Margaret's eyes were already wet. "I know I don't have the right to be emotional about this, given everything. I just— I never let myself imagine this moment, all those years I spent making

"Her will?" I looked at Noah, confusion tangling with the exhaustion and fear already sitting heavy in my chest. "Why would that need discussing right now, before surgery?""I'm not authorized to explain the details," the nurse said carefully. "Only that Mrs. Voss was insistent this conversation happen before she goes in, not after. She asked for both of you specifically, and for her attorney, who I understand is already on his way."Gerald arrived within twenty minutes, his suit slightly rumpled, clearly having dressed in a hurry, and found us in the small consultation room the hospital had provided."She called me last night," he said, settling into the chair across from us, his expression grave. "Before the surgery was even scheduled. She wanted to make an amendment to her estate documents, and she wanted witnesses present who understood exactly why she was doing it.""What kind of amendment?" Noah asked.Gerald opened his folder slowly. "She's formally naming Jasmine as her succes

I found Diana pacing her apartment when I arrived, her whole body practically vibrating with barely contained energy."Okay, you're scaring me a little," I said, setting down my bag. "Good news or bad news kind of pacing?""Good. So good. The best news." She grabbed both my hands, practically bouncing. "I'm pregnant."I stared at her, the words taking a second to fully land. "Wait. What? Since when? With Marcus? Diana!""Since about six weeks, apparently, though I only found out yesterday. I've been sitting on this for a full day trying to figure out how to tell you without collapsing into happy tears the entire time." She was already crying, laughing through it. "Marcus proposed the week after your wedding, did I mention that? No, I definitely didn't mention that, because I wanted this moment to be separate, its own thing.""You're ENGAGED?" I nearly shouted it. "And PREGNANT? Diana, how have you been holding both of these secrets for weeks?""Because your wedding, and then Eleanor's

I read the message three times, my heart picking up speed with each pass. "Noah. Noah, look at this."He read over my shoulder, and I watched his eyebrows lift. "Galeries Lumière. That's not a small player, Jasmine. That's one of the most prestigious department stores in Paris.""I know who they are," I said, my voice unsteady with disbelief. "I used to cut out their catalog pages when I was in design school. I had a whole binder of their window displays taped to my dorm wall.""Then I'd say," Noah said, smiling, "it's time to call them back."I called the following morning, my hands trembling slightly as I dialed, and spoke with a buyer named Isabelle Fontaine, whose warm, precise English carried genuine enthusiasm as she outlined the opportunity— a capsule presentation in their flagship's contemporary designer section, contingent on an in-person meeting and a review of the full collection."We've been watching Reed Voss for several months," Isabelle explained. "The story, the crafts