Her eyes brimmed with barely concealed glee.
Jacob stood beside her, frowning at me with open distaste. "Trying to look like something you're not."
He draped his arm around Rebecca, who wore a similar dress, and let out a mocking laugh.
"Standing next to each other, one of you looks like an heiress and the other looks like the help. And the heiress is obviously Rebecca."
Rebecca giggled, playfully swatting his chest.
"Don't say that. Marina and I are best friends. She's the real heiress."
She tilted her head, her voice dripping sweetness. "If it weren't for Marina, how would I have ever met you?"
She was right about that.
If I hadn't introduced Rebecca to my fiancé, the two of them would never have ended up together.
Looking back, the signs had been there all along. Every time Jacob and I went out on a date, Rebecca would text me, begging to hang out. Without fail.
Gradually, our dates for two became outings for three.
Then, somewhere along the way, I was the one cut out. It became just the two of them, shopping together, grabbing coffee.
The first time I caught them, I was livid. "Jacob, I don't want you seeing Rebecca alone behind my back."
He acted like it was nothing.