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

sweet and entirely out of her depth in Oakridge high society. Her hands were shaking violently as she extended a white cloth napkin toward me.

“Sarah, don’t,” someone in the crowd hissed.

But Sarah didn’t retreat. She dropped the napkin into my lap and immediately stepped backward, her eyes wide with terror as Evelyn’s gaze snapped toward her.

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