“She’s been m0cking you for a year. Your clothes, your job, your body, every family dinner. The white bikini was supposed to make you feel so ugly and unwanted that you’d stop coming around. She wanted Ethan to show up to the wedding alone.”
Ethan didn’t yell.
That was worse.
He turned to the manager.
“We’ll keep our private cabana under my name. Cabana seven. The rest of this party is no longer my responsibility.”
The manager nodded.
Madison begged Paige to pay.
Paige stepped back.
“I’m not paying for this.”
One by one, the bridesmaids walked away.
Ethan looked at his sister.
“I spent my life cleaning up your messes. I paid your debts. I protected you. I thought if I loved you enough, you’d grow up. I was wrong.”
“Ethan, please,” Madison cried.
