Oliver shook his head, skeptical about her explanation. "How did he get in?"
"He used my emergency key. He called earlier, asking where we stood after that fight. I told him we needed to have a serious talk but that we should get together later this evening. And then he came, saying he couldn't wait this long... I tried hinting that the wedding wasn't going to happen anymore, and then he started bringing up every god-damn happy memory of us... Oliver, you gotta believe me, I wouldn't do that to you; not after last night; not after we..."
Oliver was having a difficult time to digest all of this. He remained seated on his bed, his eyes bouncing from one body part of his sister to the next as she stood restlessly in her miniscule white bikini. He then mussed up his hair with a sigh when rea
