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The veil covered her face, but I knew what waited underneath would be absolutely breathtaking. She had been gorgeous in that coffee house, so I knew today would be even more amazing. Women always did themselves up for their weddings.
“I can’t believe this is really happening,” I choked out. “I’m finally getting married.”
“Congratulations,” Red muttered, though he didn’t sound too thrilled.
Everyone in the church was in awe of the woman walking toward me. She was absolutely beautiful. God, my heart was clenching at what was about to happen.
Finally, after what felt like five minutes, she stood beside me. Grinning like a fool, I took the veil and lifted it, brushing it back over her head.
And paused in confusion.
Blond hair. Check.
Blue eyes. Nope.
Long, slender nose. Nope.
Short? Not really.
“Um…” I stared at the woman who was not the woman I chose to marry, and failed to say anything else.
“Emily decided she couldn’t make it,” the woman smiled. “I’m Daphne. I’m filling in for her.”
Filling in. As if she was taking her place in a race instead of a marriage. My heart thundered in my chest as I heard Red chuckling behind me. What the hell was I supposed to do now? All these people were here, waiting for me to get married. I’d told everyone she was the woman of my dreams, and then she failed to show.
And she even got a stand in.
“I’m sorry, what?”
The woman looked a tad nervous as she leaned in closer. “Daphne Gray. It’s nice to meet you.”
I had two choices. I could go walk out and lick my wounds—admit that this whole thing had been a stupid decision—or I could go through with this insanity and save face. At least for the next day.
“Bradford Kavanaugh,” I said after just a moment of hesitation. “Let’s get married.”
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The veil covered her face, but I knew what waited underneath would be absolutely breathtaking. She had been gorgeous in that coffee house, so I knew today would be even more amazing. Women always did themselves up for their weddings.
“I can’t believe this is really happening,” I choked out. “I’m finally getting married.”
“Congratulations,” Red muttered, though he didn’t sound too thrilled.
Everyone in the church was in awe of the woman walking toward me. She was absolutely beautiful. God, my heart was clenching at what was about to happen.
Finally, after what felt like five minutes, she stood beside me. Grinning like a fool, I took the veil and lifted it, brushing it back over her head.
And paused in confusion.
Blond hair. Check.
Blue eyes. Nope.
Long, slender nose. Nope.
Short? Not really.
“Um…” I stared at the woman who was not the woman I chose to marry, and failed to say anything else.
“Emily decided she couldn’t make it,” the woman smiled. “I’m Daphne. I’m filling in for her.”
Filling in. As if she was taking her place in a race instead of a marriage. My heart thundered in my chest as I heard Red chuckling behind me. What the hell was I supposed to do now? All these people were here, waiting for me to get married. I’d told everyone she was the woman of my dreams, and then she failed to show.
And she even got a stand in.
“I’m sorry, what?”
The woman looked a tad nervous as she leaned in closer. “Daphne Gray. It’s nice to meet you.”
I had two choices. I could go walk out and lick my wounds—admit that this whole thing had been a stupid decision—or I could go through with this insanity and save face. At least for the next day.
“Bradford Kavanaugh,” I said after just a moment of hesitation. “Let’s get married.”
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