Married to my sister's fiancè
“Where have you been hiding? Months and not a word—do you know how lonely you’ve left me?”
Her eyes slid to me then, and her smirk widened.
“And who’s this?” she asked sweetly, before her tone sharpened like a knife. “Wait—don’t tell me. This can’t be your fiancée. She looks… nothing like the one in the photos. Did your fiancè finally go through with plastic surgery? Because I swear, I don’t see the resemblance.”
Laughter curled in her throat, light and cruel.
Heat rushed to my cheeks, my stomach knotting. The room tilted slightly, though no one else seemed to notice. They were too busy watching—waiting to see what Xavier would do.