At My Sister’s Wedding, My Name Card Was Hidden Behind A Pillar While Mom Smiled In The Front Row. A Stranger Sat Beside Me And Said, “Just Follow My Lead.” I Didn’t Cry. By Dinner, His Name Made My Sister Stop Smiling.

Eleanor, Victoria’s mother.”

She emphasized the words as if to remind me of my place in the hierarchy.

“I wasn’t aware Elizabeth was seeing anyone.”

“We’ve been keeping things quiet,” Julian replied, his hand finding mine on the table. “Elizabeth is quite private about her personal life.”

“Yes, she is.”

Eleanor’s smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“Elizabeth, continue reading …