“No … no,” she slurred, patting my left breast, “I get it now. I thought it was just me.” She pressed her palm against her chest. “But it’s you guys.” She swung her index finger around, pointing at Finley, Sterling, Tyler, and then me. “You’re like … fucked up, sexual deviants with no regard for anyone else’s feelings. Just like you two.” She gestured to Tyler and me. “What the fuck are you even doing together? I was nice to you, Ellie. He just walked out on you, and we shared a bed … I made you cookies,” she lilted. Then she grimaced at Sterling. “Then you fucked him, and now your sister is engaged to him after she tried and failed to fuck Tyler. You’re all very messed up and should seek counseling. Immediately.”

“What is she babbling about?” Finley said, tucking her chin.

I closed my eyes. “Fin…”

“Did she just say you fucked Sterling?”

“Actually,” Paige said. “He fucked her.” She pressed her lips together and nodded, clearly a regretful tell-all.

My eyes burned, and I reached for my sister. “Finley…”

Finley pulled away from me, and then turned on Sterling. “You fucked my sister?”

Sterling held out his hands. “No. I mean, yes, but, darling … it was a mistake. She was upset, and we took something we shouldn’t have … I’m not even sure what happened. I don’t remember any of it, and neither does she.”

Finley looked at me, appalled. “Is he telling the truth?”

I hesitated, and then nodded, my eyes filling with tears. “I was going to tell you.”

“You…” Finley looked around. “You were going to tell me? Is that supposed to make it okay?”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Not at all.”

“That’s why you haven’t talked to me in so long? This is what you’ve been hiding from me?”

I couldn’t speak, so I nodded.

Tyler pointed to Sterling. “You need to leave.”

Sterling reached for Finley, tears streaming down his face. “Fin. Please. I know you’re angry, and you have every right to be, but it was a long time ago.”

“How long ago?” Finley asked.

“Not long after you left for Sanya,” Sterling choked out.

Finley pulled out her phone and furiously tapped out a message.

“Who’s that?” Sterling asked.

“Marco,” Finley said. “I’ve asked him to pick me up.”

“Sweetheart, no. We have to discuss this.” He touched her arm, but she held up her fists.

“No!” she screamed, her hands shaking.

Everyone around us turned to listen.

She took off her ring and stuffed it in Sterling’s tux pocket, patting his chest. “You son of a bitch. You were going to let me marry you without telling me.”

Sterling’s bottom lip trembled. “Finley, for God’s sake…”