Roxy's POV

The words hit so sharply that I actually stumbled backward, my fingers curling around my dress.

Caroline’s smile widened. “It must be difficult.”

“Caroline.” Cain’s voice came from behind her, carrying a silent warning.

She turned toward him, and then her expression changed as her eyes moved between us.

“Wait… if your parents are married…” She looked at Cain, then at me. “That makes her your stepsister?” Her laughter grew louder. “Cain, I cannot believe Betty Roxy is your stepsister.”

“Jesus Christ, Caroline. Shut the fuck up.” His voice cut through the noise around us, so sharp that a couple more heads turned toward us.

The room began...