What Felicity did not know was that the man at the head table, the groom’s father who was paying for this wedding, had felt me holding his heart together three years ago. His name was Silas Montgomery, a self made billionaire, and he was finally starting to remember my face.
My name is Jenna Sterling, I am twenty nine years old, and I work as a trauma nurse in a busy emergency room. This is the story of how my sister’s cruelest moment became the biggest mistake of her social life.
The invitation for the wedding had arrived on a Tuesday stuck between a gas bill and a random clothing catalog. It was high quality paper with a gold monogram for Felicity and her fiancé, Garrett.
They had spelled my name wrong as Jennifer on the card and there was no plus one included for me to bring a friend. No one in my family had ever bothered to learn the difference between my real name and what they wanted to call me.
Growing up in Kenneth’s house was a constant lesson in how to become invisible while Felicity and her mother, Monica, took center stage. Felicity had the master suite while my room was a converted laundry nook with a drafty window and a twin mattress.