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

steadily from my cheek onto the white fabric of my bodice. I curled around my stomach, pressing my hand against my belly, waiting for the reassuring flutter of movement, praying the fall hadn’t caused a placental abruption.

Evelyn stood over me, adjusting the collar of her suit jacket with trembling hands, trying to reclaim her authority. She turned continue reading …