My Fiancée Married My Sister
"Noah, darling, go bother the gardener about the roses, they're your favorite complaint every visit. I want Jasmine to myself for a while."
Noah glanced back at me, a silent question– ‘are you all right with that?’ – and I nodded, some instinct telling me that whatever this weekend held, it was going to happen in exactly the pace and shape Eleanor decided, and fighting that current would only exhaust me faster.
She led me through the house with high ceilings, family photographs lining the hallway in a way that made my chest tighten every time I passed one, wondering, uselessly, whether Charles's face was somewhere among them, and out through a set of French doors into a garden that looked li