The man who had spent months talking about our wedding, our house, and our future.
He had been helping steal from his own sister.
On Friday night, Daniel suggested moving our wedding forward.
“My parents adore you now,” he said over dinner.
I almost laughed.
Instead, I placed my hand over his.
“I’d love to celebrate with everyone.”
His face brightened.
“Really?”
“Absolutely. Invite your parents. Emily too.”
He smiled.
The Mercers believed they had finally trained me.
They had no idea I was arranging their final family dinner.
