The Price of His Youth
On the night before the wedding, my fiancé’s female best friend, Marisol Vance, sent me a set of photos.
In the photos, she wore the custom haute couture wedding gown I had commissioned, leaning into Lucian Drake’s arms, with a caption meant to provoke me: [Borrowing your groom and your dress for a moment—after all, Lucian said I look better in this than you do.]
Soon after, my social feed was flooded with their so-called wedding photos.
In the images, the two of them staged a mock kiss, the caption reading: [More than friends, not quite lovers. If we had been born ten years earlier, there would have been no place for anyone else.]
I held up the photos and confronted Lucian, yet he playe
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