I Became Guardian of My Twin Sisters After Mom Died — My Fiancée Pretended to Love Them Until I Heard What She Really Said

Meanwhile, I promised the girls that I’d never abandon them. And then I made calls of my own.

The hotel ballroom gleamed in that over-the-top way Jenna adored. There were white linens draped on every table, and floating candles flickered in glass bowls.

Jenna’s cousin played a practiced piano piece near the stage.

Jenna stood near the entrance, glowing in a white lace gown. Her hair was swept up, her makeup precise. She looked like she already believed the night belonged to her.

She floated from guest to guest, smiling, hugging, and kissing cheeks. She stopped briefly to fix the bow on Lily’s dress before turning to Maya and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You girls look perfect,” she said with a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes.

Maya looked at me, then nodded.

I wore the navy suit my mom had helped me pick out last fall. It still held the faint scent of her perfume. Lily stood on my right, holding a small bouquet she’d made from wildflowers she picked outside the hotel.