He Thought I Was an Orphan, Until I Went Home

On the night of my engagement party, Luca Moretti walked his childhood sweetheart over to me.

"Clara accidentally stained her dress," he said. "Let her borrow yours for a while."

He added, "Everyone knows you're the main character tonight. It doesn't matter what you wear."

I didn't bother objecting. The gown was already on her.

I stood behind the half-closed back door in a borrowed black dress while his men laughed over their whiskey.

"Luca, is your real fiancee going to lose it?" someone asked.