"Your sibling?" I asked. All I could think of when I first heard about Stephanie was that she could be an ex, a lover from the past, someone who he missed or made a mistake with. The fact that she was, in fact his sibling made this a little different.
I swallowed and took a step further. "Then why does she have anything to do with you getting married to me?"
He turned to me, his face the same icy mask, although now, even if it was only in my imagination, I thought I could see little dents spread across that mask.
He didn't say a word, just stayed there, looking at me. I found myself unable to move either. I felt like by standing here, I was agreeing to open layers that I might not exactly be prepared for. I was agreeing to see to things I may not know about, and walk into doors not sure
