The Night Before My sisters Wedding
“Using the twin. Smart. She’s blind to it all?”
“Completely,” I said, leaning back. “Stupid girl. She thinks this is love at first sight. I met her at that dive bar the night of Andrea’s wedding—right after she ran off crying because her precious sister stole the show again. I played the hero, listened to her whine about being second best, and boom. Hooked. She was so desperate for marriage, for someone to pick her over Andrea, that she didn’t even question how fast it all moved. One night, a rooftop proposal, and she’s planning a wedding in two weeks. Pathetic, really.”
Dad chuckled, a low, rasping sound that turned into a cough. Mom rubbed his back until it passed, then looked at me.