I never told my parents I paid the $2 million bill for my sister’s wedding on my private island. They believed the groom’s family was that rich.

me like unpaid staff.

“Claire, move out of the photographer’s shot.”

My mother’s sharp voice sliced through the marina air before I could respond. She approached wearing enough diamonds to pay off houses, looking at me with familiar disappointment.

“At least pretend to look happy,” she muttered. “Your sister is marrying real success.”

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