Billionaire's Perfect Bride

lica of the arrangement she'd sent the church to be decorated with. We were in Dad's study now, where most of the planning was done. “You know, Elena,

r surgeon, about to marry one of the most eligible billionaires in the world. In the process, she's taking off the workload fro

culous of me to envy my twin sister, more so begrudge her the pride in Mother'

Manhattan has ever seen, and a good

at me. “How are those edits for the wedding dress design coming

verything about the wedding itself and the wedding dress, resulting in count

thought she would have wanted a famous brand, like Esteria, but I suppose she wants to bring you back into the limelight. You don't have to devote your entire life to writing. You can becom

y next one. Fashion designing isn't my dream, and I didn't beg Sarah to ask my to design her gown. She told me to do it because she had trust in my e

ost myself back there. Anyways, we need to make sure those invites are hand delivered at least a week before the wedding. We can't afford the paparazzi to know, or they'll ruin Sarah's big day. Everything must be done in sec

ing my bag. “Sure. But

my bag again. “You're not staying over for th

xtremely important to do t

h your maid of honour dress, I

ee you later.” I leaned

e ca

life choices. I wanted to be happy for Sarah. I wanted to feel honoured that I was being included in the wedding...but I hated it. I hated the person I became whenever I was home. An at

e one Richard wa

her to that function,

e and refused to help with the wedd

my feelings to Richa

r I was home, I turned into this version of myself

ng

rds me, his brows knitted together in worry. At last he un

me. We were both silent as he walked me t

love you,” he said. “Your mother does too, but she still struggle to show

cuse. “But she doesn't struggle to show that love to Sarah. It's al

he still feels shaken by how rough your sister's childhood was. She feels she can make up for the pain Sarah endured then. We had to spend so many nights in hospitals, so

nt Father to pity me, or reassure me because he felt he should. F

ed a solemn kiss on his cheek. “

safe, kiddo, okay? Send me a te

itude. Because Father was right. Deep down, they did love me. Maybe not as much as

ents' eyes. And certainly not in Richard's eyes as