Sophia's POV
The château's rose garden sparkled under the afternoon sun, filled with guests in designer gowns and tailored suits. Isabella's wedding reception was everything she'd ever dreamed of—elegant, extravagant, and completely perfect.
And I was miserable.
I stood at the edge of the crowd, watching my sister laugh with Michael as they posed for photographs. She looked radiant in her custom Vera Wang dress, every inch the blushing bride. No one would ever guess she'd stolen him from me just months ago.
"Well, well. If it isn't my dear sister."
I turned to find Isabella approaching, champagne flute in hand and that familiar cruel smile on her lips. Even now, on her wedding day, she couldn't resist twisting the knife.
"Isabella." I forced my voice to remain neutral. "Beautiful cer
