My fiancé left me at the altar for being poor—until his brother exposed the truth in front of everyone and turned the entire wedding upside down.

was Daniel. Hopeful, but no longer naïve.

“Is that enough?” I asked.

“For today.”

A year after the altar, Daniel took me back to Mae’s Diner.

Linda, the waitress, recognized us immediately.

“Well,” she said, hands on her hips, “if it isn’t the runaway bride and the pancake groom.”

Daniel went scarlet. I laughed so hard I had to sit down.

After dinner, he continue reading …