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

Every head turned at once. The collective intake of breath from three hundred guests sounded like the air had been ripped from the room.

It was Evelyn.

The Mayor of Oakridge should have been seated in the front row, dressed in her perfectly tailored silver crepe suit, holding a tissue and smiling for the press photographers she had personally invited.continue reading …