Only One Flower Remains In The End
Language: en
The night of the World Cup final, my fiancé suddenly turned to me with a wager. "If France wins, I will add ten beachfront estates to your bridal gift." His eyes gleamed with a reckless amusement. "But if they lose, Harper gets to wear the dress and walk down the aisle in your place in three days. Deal?" I barely had time to furrow my brow before Silas's groomsmen started hyping him up. They laughed, calling him utterly whipped, joking that this was just another extravagant way to spice up our seven-year romance. After all, everyone in our circle firmly believed France was guaranteed to…