Keep The Groom I Am Done
Language: en
The air in the grand ballroom was thick with the scent of white roses and expensive champagne—a scent I had spent nearly a year choosing. But when I finally tossed my bridal bouquet, it didn’t land in the hands of a hopeful bridesmaid. It was caught, mid-air, by Cassidy. She arched a perfectly groomed brow, a playful smirk playing on her lips. "Does this mean I’m supposed to propose now?" She turned her gaze directly to the altar. "Gary, you coming with me?" The groomsmen, already half-drunk on pre-ceremony whiskey, erupted into loud, rowdy cheers. They began shoving Gary toward her,…