Todos os capítulos de Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The ballroom had returned to its easy rhythm, but Eva no longer heard it the way she had before.Music drifted beneath the murmur of polished conversations. Crystal glasses touched. Laughter rose from one corner of the room before dissolving into another. Around her, the evening carried on as though nothing had changed.Yet Lady Ashworth's final words refused to leave her.Be very careful who offers you kindness.Eva lowered her gaze to the untouched cup of tea before her.She found herself looking around the ballroom with different eyes now. Every pleasant smile seemed to hide another question. Every courteous greeting felt a little too carefully measured.Without realizing it, she had begun wondering who, among all the faces surrounding her, already knew something she didn't.A familiar shadow settled beside the table.Julian.He didn't speak immediately. His eyes searched hers, quietly taking stock of what the rest of the ballroom was pretending not to notice."Lady Ashworth kept y

The question hung in the air between them, colder than anything Eva had expected from a man she used to call her father without hesitation.Her mother's gaze flicked past her, searching the driveway."Did Mr. Castellan come with you?Eva swallowed."No. I came alone."A flicker of relief crossed her father's face before it disappeared behind the same hard expression.Whatever is happening between you and your husband," he said, "solve it there. A married woman belongs in her husband's home.""I'm not here because of my marriage.Eva held her ground on the doorstep, refusing to let the coldness push her back down the path. "I'm here because of my accident."Silence dropped over the doorway like a curtain."---They let her in eventually, though it felt less like welcoming a daughter home and more like containing an unexpected problem. Her mother closed the front door quickly behind her, while her father remained standing, watching the windows before finally drawing the curtains.Tea ap

Eva hadn't opened the curtains.The bedroom remained dim despite the morning sun pressing against the windows, and when Julian knocked for the third time, the only reply he received came after a long silence."Go away."Her voice was hoarse, stripped of its usual composure.Julian rested one hand against the door."You missed breakfast.""I know."Another silence settled between them."I asked Mrs. Harris to leave a tray outside.""I'm not hungry."He stood there for a moment, listening to the quiet on the other side. It wasn't the silence of someone sleeping. It was the silence of someone thinking too much."You can't lock yourself in that room forever."A dry laugh drifted through the door.And you can't keep questioning me like I'm lying every time I don't have an answer."The words landed harder than he expected.Julian stood there a moment longer, hand still resting against the frame. Two days ago he would have pushed. Today, something made him stop.He walked away without anothe

Mrs. Harris had just finished instructing the kitchen staff when the front bell rang.She frowned, wiping her hands on her apron. At that hour, she wasn't expecting anyone — the family had already gathered for the evening, and no guests had been announced.She opened the door.A tall man stood outside, one hand tucked casually into the pocket of an expensive overcoat, a leather suitcase resting beside him like he'd traveled light on purpose. He smiled the moment the door opened, easy and familiar, like he'd done this a hundred times before."Evening, Mrs. Harris."She blinked, studying his face a moment before recognition finally settled in. "...Master Damien?""It's been a while.""Goodness." She stepped back, ushering him inside without a second thought, the kind of automatic welcome reserved for someone who'd clearly grown up walking through these doors. "We weren't told you were coming.""I like surprises," Damien said, stepping past her into the foyer, eyes already sweeping over

"You'll oversee the preparations."The words came before Eva had taken more than two bites of breakfast.She looked up. "The whole party?""Don't be dramatic. One section."Grandmother Isabella buttered her toast with the same unhurried precision she seemed to bring to everything.She took another sip of tea before continuing. "The reception hall. Decorations. Seating. Staff coordination. I want every detail ready before the first guest arrives."Eva stared at her for a moment.It was a test wrapped politely in responsibility---By mid-morning, Eva had twenty people asking her questions she had no business knowing the answers to, and somehow found herself answering them anyway."Not those chairs," she told a decorator, already moving toward the terrace before she'd fully thought it through. "Those are for the press photographers. Move them closer to the side entrance.""Who put the governor's wife beside the chairman's ex-wife?" she asked another assistant, staring at the seating cha