Pregnant With My Twin Sister’s Fiancé’s Baby
"Sienna. You look... transcendent."
I looked up. Sienna stood on the circular podium in the center of the room, bathed in soft, flattering light. She was wearing a Galia Lahav custom gown—mermaid silhouette, illusion back, covered in enough hand-beaded crystals to fund a small country.
She looked perfect. She always did.
"Do you like it?" Sienna asked, turning slowly to admire herself in the tri-fold mirror. "I feel like a queen."
"You look like an angel," Elena Stone corrected, wiping a tear from her cheek. "Doesn't she, Aria?"