The Heiress Revenge
I felt a surge of suspicion - could they have been involved?
I didn't want to accuse them, not yet. So I turned to my sister, Louisa, and dragged her into a room, locking the door behind us. "Tell me," I demanded, my voice low and fierce. "Did you bring the band to our wedding?"
Louisa's eyes flashed with anger, but I could see the guilt written all over her face. I slapped her, hard, and she retaliated, her nails digging into my skin. We were fighting, throwing punches and holding each other's hair, our voices raised in a fierce shout.