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

Mayor of Oakridge began to walk backward, dragging me with her.

My body was pulled across the smooth marble floor. The heavy silk of my gown bunched and tore under my weight as I was dragged away from the registry table, away from the altar.

“Evelyn! Stop!” Pastor Thomas roared, stepping out from behind the table, but the heavy oak structure slowed him continue reading …