“Now you’ll never marry my son!” my mother-in-law laughed, setting my wedding dress on fire. I wiped my tears, smiled coldly, and said, “Enjoy destroying that dress, because the wedding was never the real trap.” Her face went completely pale when I made one quick phone call…

pearl-studded veil into my hair.

“Look at you,” Melody breathed, her hands finally resting steady on my shoulders. “You look tougher than Plan A.”

Richard Wilson knocked gently on the open doorframe, his face a complex mosaic of profound grief and bursting pride. “Valerie,” he murmured, his eyes suspiciously bright. “You look… transcendent. I am so continue reading …