said … Will you …
I held my breath.
No freaking way.
It was too soon. Plus, his family was here, and it wasn’t fair that mine wasn’t.
Then, Sarah took three sidesteps away from Mary and flipped over her sign, which read, Me?
Will you … me?
The world stood utterly still, and I stopped breathing altogether.
“Brad?” My eyes went wide as I watched him walk toward the end and grab another sign from Mason.
He stood directly in between Mary and Sarah.
Shit. Shit. Shit. This is it.
Mary stepped forward. Will you …
Then, Brad flipped over his sign, which read, Go to Harry Potter world with …
Then, Sarah stepped forward with her sign. Me?
A sharp and unexpected disappointment flooded my veins. A disappointment that I hadn’t known existed before this moment. It took a moment to collect myself and force a smile on my face.
Then, Charles pulled a sign from his back. And us?
My hands flew to my mouth, and that instant disappointment was replaced with a giddiness.
Everyone was going.
“Of course! I’ve never been to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter”
The girls rushed toward me, squeezing me in between them in a human sandwich, and I basked in the love of my nieces.
I couldn’t hide my excitement as I jumped up and down with Sarah and Mary, staring at the love of my life with adoration and thankfulness. We’d been planning on how to surprise the girls with the tickets to the play when, all along, he had been making arrangements to surprise me.
After opening my bag of goodies with my very own wand, I turned to Brad, who snuggled next to me.
“The whole family?” I asked. I didn’t think Brad liked to share.
“Yeah, I hope that’s okay.” His hands wrapped around my waist. “I did go to Medieval Times with yours.”
He had, but this was different. This was a trip—shared hotel rooms and breakfasts, lunches, and dinners all together.
“Is it too soon?” I asked before I could hold it back.
“Too soon? No. It’s too slow if you ask me. We’ve integrated our big families nicely together. There’s just one last thing to do.”
I lifted an eyebrow.
“What?” He laughed. “Don’t look at me like that. I saw your face when the girls busted out the white boards. You thought I was going to ask you the question.”
I covered his lips with my hand. “No, I didn’t,” I lied.
He gripped my hand and tenderly kissed the inside of my palm. “Don’t worry. I’ve got plans for you and me, the forever-and-ever and death-till-we-part kind.”
This was my life now.
Entirely happy.
Entirely blissful.
Entirely in love.
Brad had unlocked my heart and soul, and he was the only one who had a key.
This time, I couldn’t hide a thing. My smile was blinding.
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PROLOGUE
Marry Me for Money
The woman was beautiful. She looked like a supermodel ready to walk the runway. The blackest of black eyelashes swept upward, accenting the depths of her emerald eyes. Curls of mahogany sat on top of her head while the apple of her cheeks were highlighted with a slight pink as if the sun had kissed her.
I should have been excited. I should have been anxious.
But as my heartbeat thrashed in my ears, all I felt was dread.
I sat on the stool, staring at the girl in the mirror. I wondered who this girl was. I wondered where the old girl had gone and how I could get her back. The problem was I couldn’t. The lie was so deep, the charade so long that there was nowhere else to go, but to move forward.
It was an out-of-body experience as the chaos of the circus around me was happening. I hardly noticed the woman in front of me as she swished her little brush of pink gloss on my pouty lips.
Everybody was getting ready for the big day.
My big day.
Four photographers were scattered around the room, catching every moment and every detail from the shoes to the invitation to the flowers.
Orchids.
Orchids didn’t give off a scent like every other flower. Too much water would drown them. Not enough sunlight would kill them. They were useless and high maintenance.
So, when the florist had asked me what kind of flowers I would like for my bouquet, I’d said, “Orchids.”
It was the flower I despised the most. It wasn’t because of its lack of beauty or its uselessness, but I didn’t want anything that I would pick for my real day.
The photographers moved to the king-sized bed, and they snapped pictures of the regal designer wedding gown. This was another thing I never would have picked for myself. I remembered my last fitting. I had barely squeezed into the strapless couture dress. I would never choose a dress that I couldn’t walk, dance, or eat in. I hated it, and that was the reason I’d picked it.
My stomach growled from starvation. I had no appetite the night before, and today Kendy, my maid of honor, wouldn’t allow me to eat. It was so unlike her. I guessed it was for my benefit because I could barely fit into my dress. Either way, my stomach was eating itself because it had nothing else to feed off of.
The time went by slowly as if it were dragging on purpose to punish me for living the biggest lie of my life. Everyone always said their wedding day had flown by. This day was killing me, killing me softly and slowly.
All I wanted was for it to be over, but the day had just begun.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. If I can only get through this day…this one day…
I just needed to get through today.
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