you!”
“Helping me?”
“You’ve always been jealous of your sister. Stop bullying her!”
I stared in disbelief.
Vanessa had always been Mother’s favorite.
When she failed college, Mom blamed the professors.
When Vanessa wrecked my first car, Mom insisted I apologize for letting her borrow it.
And when her fiancé left her two years ago, my own happiness somehow became offensive.
Now she’d ruined my wedding gown.
And Mother still defended her.
“You can wear something else,” Vanessa remarked casually.
She laughed.
“Unless James finally realizes what a mistake he’s
