The mayor tried to ruin me at the altar—until the pastor spoke a single name that brought the entire ceremony to a halt

steady breath and wiping the tear away. “I don’t want to leave through the back. I want to walk out the front door.”

I didn’t wait for approval. I turned away from the altar, from Julian, and from the silent, shaken crowd of Oakridge’s elite.

With Sarah, my brave bridesmaid, stepping forward to support me, I began the long walk down the center aisle.continue reading …