The Sixty-Minute Altar: Kissing His Best Friend to Survive
Language: en
I targeted the wrong man. By the time I discovered the truth, I was already standing at the altar, about to marry Gavin Sterling. Inside the bridal suite, a girl was wearing my custom wedding dress, preening in front of the mirror. "Gavin," she purred, her voice dripping with sweet poison. "Do I look beautiful in her dress?" Gavin’s voice was low, raspy. "Hideous." "If it’s so hideous, why do you look at me like—ah—" Her words were instantly shattered into breathless gasps. Today was supposed to be my wedding day. But the moment his toxic childhood friend, Scarlett Rose, heard the…