Disowned at Graduation, Then Exposed at My Sister’s Wedding: The Truth That Froze Her Smile
The first person to recognize me was Brooke’s maid of honor. She was halfway across the reception hall with a bouquet of pale peonies balanced in her hands, laughing at something one of the bridesmaids said, when her eyes landed on me and the laughter died in her throat. Her face drained so quickly it…