The sight of the sisters brought back dark memories Grace would rather forget.
Memories of kneeling in the rain, of small, cruel hands shoving spoiled food into her mouth, of a voice whispering, You don't belong here.
Susan smiled, all sweetness and venom. "Grace, I'm getting engaged at the end of the month."
Grace didn't even blink. "I see. You and Alex Hoffman make a perfect match. Congratulations."
For a split second, Susan's expression faltered.
Grace had expected this. Susan wasn't marrying Alex out of love—it was a calculated move. One meant to humiliate her.
Susan recovered quickly, feigning concern. "You are my sister, after all. I hope you'll attend the family dinner to witness my happiness."
Sunny, her younger half-sister, let out a derisive snort. "Sister, why even invite her? She doesn't deserve to sit at our table."
Grace smiled. A sharp, knowing smile.
"Don't worry," she said. "I'll be there."
