This dress was the most expensive piece of clothing I would ever wear. I had touched it countless time, feeling the soft fabric on my finger. I wrapped it and store it with full of care before the wedding, admiring its perfection and brilliance. I had waited so long for this day, dreaming of wearing it, envisioning myself walking down the aisle to marry Shawn, looking as brilliant as the Swarovskis adorning it—on what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life with the man I had secretly loved for years.
Six months ago, my whole life changed. Leta, the only daughter of the Larsen had been diagnosed with aplastic anemia. When her parents tried to give her their blood, they were dumbfounded to discover that their blood types didn’t match. A frantic search led them to my mother—my fake mother to be precise, the longtime housekeeper of the Larsens. In a moment of misguided compassion, she had switched me and Leta as infants, raising me as her own while keeping the truth hidden.