I felt the sting. That was intentional.
Chloe sipped her drink. “Well, I suppose I can lend you one of mine. You’re not shy, are you?”
Roman glanced up at me with interest now. So did everyone else.
I smiled slowly. “Not at all.”
Chloe blinked once—just once—but it was enough.
“Perfect. Come with me, sis. I got you.”
The walk was silent. Tension dressed up as politeness.
Chloe pushed open the bedroom door like she was unveiling a stage. I stepped in, and stopped.
It was different.
It didn't look like my bedroom anymore. A giant photograph of their pre-wedding photo was hanging on the wall. Chloe hugging Dean from behind and smiling at each other like the perfect couple.
The rest of the room? Madness. There was ‘Bridal Luxe’ Magazines scattered everywhere.
Seems she has an obs
