The poor girl my fiancé supported had a severe father fixation.   Every time I tried to be close to him, she always found a way to squeeze herself between us, usually claiming she just had a terrible nightmare.   When we announced our upcoming wedding, she drank several bottles of vodka until she was completely intoxicated and collapsed right into my fiancé's arms.   "Grant," she slurred, "once you are married… will you still be there for me?"   Grant Lowell went rigid all over, but he did not pull away.   Lila Corwin lifted her hazy eyes, pressed a quick kiss to his lips, then turned to look straight at me.   "There is nothing between us but pure, innocent affection between a guardian and the girl he helps," she said. "You really must not misunderstand anything, Sella."   Seeing how naturally their hands rested together, I suddenly felt completely drained and lost all interest.   I slipped the engagement ring off my finger and smiled calmly at Grant.   "Either we call off this wedding right now, or you send her far away and keep her out of our lives for good."