"You see, sister?" She drew out the word like poison wrapped in silk. "Orson is so good to me."
"He said he'd bankrupt himself if that's what it took to save me."
"Do you think... he's fallen in love with me?"
I leaned against the wall, eyes on my phone.
Thirty minutes until the deprivation sequence completed.
"Perhaps." My voice was flat. "After all, he's already given up his brain for you. Why not his heart?"
Willow's face twisted. She was about to snap when Orson pushed through the door.
He wore a crisp white suit, radiating self-satisfaction.
When he spotted me, he faltered. His gaze skittered away for a moment before hardening into defiance.
"Renata. When the ceremony starts, you'll go up as the... the officiant. Say a few words."
He wanted me to officiate my own husband's wedding to his mistress?
"No." I didn't hesitate.
Orson's expression darkened.
"Renata! There are dozens of cameras out there—don't you dare humiliate me!"
"If Willow doesn't complete this task, the System will erase her! Can't you just think of it as saving a life? Is that so hard?"
"After today, I'll throw you an even bigger ceremony. Will that satisfy you?"