"Not bad, though. The makeup looks pretty natural. No awkwardness at all. I always said you were a scheming girl, but Sebastian never believed it..."
Sebastian’s brothers always thought I wasn’t good enough for him.
If it hadn’t been for him forcing them to call me "sister-in-law," they would have never accepted me.
But now, with Sebastian by their side, they could speak their minds freely, no longer held back by the pretense.
When Sebastian walked downstairs to join them, he froze for a moment when he saw me, his brows knitting together.
"Brianna, is this really necessary?"
"I’ve already agreed to marry you and now you’re bribing the doctor to pretend to be sick and spy on me? Is this some kind of joke to you?"
"Do you have any idea how suffocating this makes me feel?"
"I’ll be honest with you: if you keep acting like this after we marry, it won’t be long before we end up divorced."
"No need to make it so complicated. I don’t need you to marry me!"
For six years, he had lived free.
Whenever he wanted a drink, I silently accompanied him, never pushing him to change.
If I didn’t fit into his plans, I’d simply pick him up the moment he called.