Chapter 143 His Sister-n-law Ch11

• Becca’s big day blooms in white lilies and borrowed smiles.
• The chapel drips with soft gold light, pews filled with family names she and Franny share only by blood. A string quartet hums. Champagne chills in crystal flutes waiting for a toast no one will remember for the right reason.
• Franny stands in the back — pressed into the stone shadow of a forgotten corner. Her hair perfect, her dress plain. The only sign she’s part of this family at all is the ghost of her sister’s scent clinging to her skin.