Cheerleading Uniform, Wrong Sister

My fiancé pulled me into his arms—and called me by my sister's name. At our pre-wedding costume party, I'd worn my old cheerleading uniform to surprise Jasper, the star quarterback I was about to marry. Drunk on the couch, he held me tight. "Chloe, please. Stay with me." I froze. I'm Marin. Chloe is my older sister. Was he marrying the woman he loved—or the closest he could get to her?