My Sister Arrived At My Wedding Wearing A White Bridal Gown

your character to hers. I don’t believe that comparison helps you.”

A sound rippled through the pews. Not laughter. Worse.

Recognition.

Paige turned toward the congregation like she wanted to locate the traitor in the room, the person who’d set her up. Then she saw me.

And she knew.

Three Weeks Earlier

The planner’s name was Marcy. Fiftyish, compact, always continue reading …