Adelaide's POV:
The city lights blurred past the passenger window in streaks of gold and red as Jax’s truck hummed along the highway.
I sat in the front seat, my hand resting on my thigh where the new ring caught every passing glow, sending little sparks of joy through me.
Engaged. Me—Adélaïde Hale, the shadow twin, the one who always watched from the sidelines—engaged to a man who’d chosen me first.
The rooftop proposal still felt like a dream I hadn’t woken from: roses, blindfold, Jax on one knee with that steady hazel gaze that made my knees weak.
Two weeks until the wedding. Two weeks until I finally had something that was mine.
I glanced over at Andrea in the driver’s seat of her sleek SUV—we’d switched cars after dress shopping because mine was acting up again.
She’d been
