I found Camila in the kitchen. I demanded a sincere apology and a plan to reimburse Natalia for the cost of the gown. Camila looked at me with pure defiance. “If a dress is enough to make her cancel the wedding,” she said, “then maybe you should be grateful you’re finding out now what kind of woman you’re marrying.” She didn’t realize that I had already found out exactly what kind of family I had.
A Legacy in Ruin: When Family Cruelty Drowns a Wedding Dream
