Chapter 142 His Sister-n-law Ch10

• It’s the night before the wedding.
• Becca’s laughter drifts through the hall — sweet and sharp, laced with champagne bubbles and gossip. Somewhere, her mother fusses over flower arrangements. Somewhere else, a planner barks orders into a phone.
• Franny hides in the corner of the grand suite’s terrace — just beyond the glow of the party lights. Bare feet on cold stone. A half-empty glass of wine warm in her trembling hand.