“How so?” Juniper asked with interest, lounging lazily in a chair with her legs crossed. She was munching on some spicy jerky sticks that Shanley had tried to hide from her, but she’d found them anyway.
“She’s just like you,” Celine said, glancing at Juniper with a small smile, her lashes dipping low. “Loves to eat, loves to cause trouble, and loves to fight.”
Juniper’s chewing faltered. Suddenly, the jerky in her mouth didn’t taste so good anymore. Only a real sister could deliver such a sharp-tongued compliment.
“So, Juniper, when are you and Mr. Schwartz getting married?” Celine changed the subject, dabbing her lips. “He seems really good to you.”
“Married?” Juniper took a sip of her milkshake, her long, thick lashes fluttering. “I haven’t even made things official with him yet,” she drawled.
“What?” Celine froze for a second, her face peeking out from behind a bag of potato chips.
Juniper tilted her head back, revealing her elegant collarbones, a faint smile playing on her lips. “He’s been on his best behavior lately, so I might take him out and introduce him around. As for marriage, he hasn’t even proposed. You don’t expect me to be the one chasing him down the aisle, do you?”
“Huh?” Celine’s brain was still trying to catch up. She leaned forward, blinking. “So if he asks, you’ll really marry him?”
Juniper fiddled with the snack bag, her starry eyes deep and thoughtful.
Just as she was about to answer, Flint’s voice interrupted. “Ms. Payne, your brother-in-law… former brother-in-law… I mean, Warren is here.”
Juniper tossed her snack aside, her gaze landing on Celine’s face. “Celine, do you know who Warren is?”
“Hmm?” Celine sat perfectly still, her expression unchanging. “Flint said he’s your former brother-in-law? Is he Ebony Fox’s ex-boyfriend?”
“You were sick,” Warren said, opening the box and taking out their marriage certificate and wedding photos. “After your treatment, your memories of me became jumbled, so you don’t remember. This is proof that we’re married. If you don’t believe me, I have video recordings too.”
He had saved every detail of their lives together over the years, though it would take time to organize it all.
“Is that so?” Celine shifted, her crimson lips moving slightly. Her tone was nonchalant. “I remember everyone else, but I forgot my own husband. Could it be that you treated me so badly that I chose to forget you on purpose?”
“No!” Warren’s brow furrowed, and he cast a desperate, pleading look at Juniper. “Juniper knows. Ask her.”
Juniper’s gaze shifted back and forth between Warren and Celine, finally settling on the faint, knowing smirk on her sister’s face. Her sister had just learned she had a husband, and *this* was her reaction? And that look in her eyes when she glanced at Warren… on the surface, it was cold, but if you looked closely, you could see a hidden warmth.
Juniper scoffed internally. Amnesia? This didn’t look like amnesia at all!

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