“I’ve wanted to mention this since the first time we crossed paths,” she said slowly, a lazy smirk curling her lips. “Has anyone ever told you how alike we look, little sister?”
The words struck like a gunshot.
My breath hitched, and before I could stop myself, my gaze slid to the mirrored wall beside us. The reflection was merciless. Dark hair. Similar eyes. Even the slope of her jaw echoed mine. At a glance, the resemblance was undeniable.
Shame surged hot and fast, tangled with fury. I had always known where I stood in Rocco’s life—never the chosen woman, only the one who filled the space temporarily. But this… this realization was something else entirely. I hadn’t just been a substitute. I’d been molded. Polished. Shaped to resemble the woman he truly wanted.
The understanding cut deeper than any insult ever could.
Under her satisfied stare, my composure finally cracked. The restraint I’d spent years perfecting shattered, replaced by a restless, bitter energy that crawled under my skin. I couldn’t stay there another second. Swallowing hard, I turned abruptly and walked away before she could say another word.