The Bride Asked for My Taste. I Gave Her a Wedding Gift She Couldn’t Return.

she had.

A microphone appeared in the aisle, carried by a nervous planner in black.

Sloane smiled, bright and vicious beneath the veil.

“Vivienne,” she said. “You’ve been such an important part of making today beautiful. Would you say something?”

Grant’s mouth tightened.

He had not planned this part.

Interesting.

For a moment, I considered refusing.

Then I continue reading …