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

the necklace with two fingers and smiled at me across the crowd.

Grant guided her forward.

“Vivienne,” he said, far too loudly. “You remember Sloane.”

People turned.

They always turn when pain wears couture.

Sloane leaned in and kissed the air beside my cheek. “I hope you don’t mind. Grant said something borrowed was romantic.”

The cameras loved that.

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