“Tell Mira I won’t be there long,” Julian said under his breath. “I still have to handle the wedding issue. And Aria keeps asking too many questions.”
My whole body went still.
Mira? That name dug up something I hadn’t touched in years. High school. Old memories I’d rather forget. Was it the same Mira?
Before I could even think, another voice came through—deeper, rougher, almost identical to Julian’s.
“Your wedding or mine? You’re barely even showing up. I’m the one in her bed anyway, right, twin brother?”
Twin brother?
My grip tightened on the paper until it crumpled.
Julian hissed back, “Shut up, Kieran. I’m marrying her because of Grandma. She insisted before she passed out last time, and Grandma adores her. It’s her wish.”
Kieran laughed like it was nothing. “So it’s Grandma’s wedding now? Meanwhile you keep running to Mira like a pet. And me? I’m just your replacement when you’re busy.”
“I love Mira,” Julian said sharply. “And you said you’d help me if I handled Grandma. So do it.” His voice dropped lower. “I’ve been trying to delay the wedding until Grandma passes. But it’s impossible. Fine—I’ll divorce Aria after she’s gone.”
Everything inside me started to fall apart.