Epilogue
New Year’s Day
Unlike when Roxxy had come to the Sinclair Chalet the first time, the ski lodge was at full capacity on her wedding day. Over three hundred guests had shown up for the formal ceremony and reception despite the remote location and the holiday date. And the scene inside was the very picture of glamorous elegance.
Elegant save for the twin sisters in the bathroom of the lodge’s largest honeymoon suite, that is.
“You know, this is kind of gross, right?” Roxxy said to her sister as she gingerly handled the clear plastic cup, which was filled to the halfway point with her own urine. She held it as far away from her body as possible, so as not to spill a drop of it on her couture wedding dress, even though holding her arm in such a position exacerbated the wound on
