"Doesn't his sister remind you of someone?"
"Who?"
"Damian's wife."
Every head in the room whipped toward Damian. Dark circles hung under his eyes, his face gaunt with exhaustion, a far cry from his usual cocky, put-together self.
"No way," he scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Kate couldn't possibly be Noah's sister..."
Before the words fully left his lips, I appeared on stage in a designer gown, Noah's grip steady on mine as he led me forward. The crowd gasped.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Noah announced, "meet my long-lost sister—Kate!"
The room exploded into shocked whispers and shouts.
"Kate?! But her face was scarred! How is she so beautiful now!"
"Wasn't she married to Mr. Black? Since when is she part of the Wilson family?"
"Holy crap, if she's a Wilson now, we're dead
