The night before her engagement, she heard her fiancé moan her twin sister's name in the dark.
Same face. Different girl.
For twenty-three years, Seraphina was the secret they kept locked in the east wing — mute, invisible, useful only when her sister needed someone to take the blame.
She cleaned up every mess. Sat every exam. Swallowed every humiliation.
Then she walked out of her own engagement party and never looked back.
The family that erased her spent the next year watching a girl they'd thrown away become the sole heir to one of Britain's oldest fortunes.
They had twenty-three years.
They chose wrong.
