The term "sister in all but blood" implied less-than-innocent connotations. If Lucas Goodwin failed to give me a proper explanation on that day, I would cancel the engagement banquet. To my surprise, Lucas responded coldly, "Who are you? Since when does a stranger like you get to question my relationship with Vivian?" I was about to tell him that I was his fiancee, but he hung up abruptly. I became angry. How dare he not save my contact information? Meanwhile, Vivian Morrow, who was standing beside me, grinned triumphantly. "You wench! Did you really think having Lucas's number makes you special? Keep dreaming!" She looked at me with open contempt. "Even the janitors at Goodwin's Group dress better than you." I had always preferred simple, comfortable clothes and never cared about brand names. I never thought that would give people a reason to look down on me. "What era are you even living in? To think you'd still be judging people by their looks. Lucas must be out of his mind to call you his 'sister in all but blood.'" My mood for shopping was ruined, thanks to her antics. I grabbed the gown and headed straight to the checkout counter.